In Loving Memory of . . .

Bryan D. Lusk

January 24, 1976

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Bloody Mary and Beastie Boys

 

For whatever reason, friends go in and out of your life.  And when they go out, we don’t always take the time to make sure they stay in our life.  There are a multitude of reasons why people don’t keep in touch.  As I’m writing this, I’m thinking how lame I am that I didn’t keep in touch with Bryan. 

 

When I was a kid, my mom would go to work and Cherri would watch Bryan and Dustin and was nice enough to watch me too.  Whether it was in the old house in Littleton that Dusty wrote about, or the new house by the Mormon temple, I have some great memories of the Lusks. 

 

One of the things I will never forget is ‘Bloody Mary.”  I was the oldest in my family and not having an older brother or sister to teach you the ropes makes you a little naïve.  Bryan had Dustin and Dusty taught him well.  I remember them telling me about Bloody Mary, and if you go into a dark room (this was their bathroom with the lights out) and put your hands on the mirror and say ‘Bloody Mary’ three times, she would come out of the mirror.  Of course we did that (Bryan or Dusty did as I was cowering near the toilet).  Bryan told me she came out and scratched his arms, and sure enough there were these light scratches down both his arms.  Of course they were self inflicted (or were they?) and it scared the hell out of me.  Mind you Bryan and I were the same age, but again, I was a bit more naïve.  It was good to have the Lusks to toughen me up for the real world ;-)

 

The other memory that stands out is the Beastie Boys Anthem, You Got To Fight For Your Right To Party.  We were about 11 years old and I remember us singing in the back seat of the car and no one really knew all the words.  We knew the chorus and some of the other words and I remember us trying to convince each other what the real words were.  The one thing we knew is that we were all fighting for our right to party that day in the back of the station wagon. 

 

Bryan and I lost touch with each other even though we were the best of friends at that age.  Reading these stories reminds me of the kind of person he was and what it’s like to have a best friend when you are 11.  Bryan’s heart of gold is indicative of the type of person he was. 

 

Brad Nelson

 


No Fear

Bryan and I knew each other for a minute. We used to go play in the snow. Well in the younger days we couldn't get to the mountain fast enough. One of my fondest (and craziest/scariest) memories was a lil travel to Copper MT. Early (way too early 4 me) one morning we were shootin' gaps up I-70. If you're wondering shootin' gaps is when you find the tightest spot in between semi-trailer-trucks on the highway and change lanes between them...hence shootin' gaps. Well on this particular morning...we were shootin' gaps near Kermitts and the mini-van Bryan was drivin' wasn't really designed to hit corners goin' 70 in between semi's. Well we went two wheelin' round the Kermitts corner (just before tunnel 1 before Idaho Springs) and needless to say I was horrified! BD seemed to be havin' a ball though...no fear, no worries. Just get to the mountain ASAP...He was always like that. No fear. GO BIG GO FAST!!!! Bryan my brotha...I miss ya'! I don't miss the way you drove...but man I miss you!!!! You'll always be in my heart and my mind mind! Every session...BDL AND AKJ..I love ya B...miss ya!!!

Curt Reefe


Bryan's Heart of Gold

Oh my goodness from all the stories I can share of Bryan. From computers, hairdryers, cold water in the eye, poop feet, tailgating, truck batteries, mumbles, dainty, dazzle, fat ears, I can hear you, your killing me slowly, tiny house & all the memories at the beach house.

The one that sticks out in my mind the most:

I was actually working for an apartment complex. I worked in the office by myself on the weekends, so I would always beg Bryan to come visit me. Between the A team & Bryan I had one of them kicking it with me almost every weekend. Bryan actually hung out with me one Sunday for a few hours. There was always the local skate crew (5-7 8yr olds) that would come down and skate in the front of the office because of the stairs and rails that we had. The manager never worked weekends so they would come down and skate since I didn’t care.

As Bryan was leaving the office, he saw this kid skating that had a junkie ass board that was falling to pieces. Bryan approached him. This kid was Autumn’s age. My god, the look on the kids face was pure terror. I think the kid might have thought he was going to get kidnapped, when Bryan said, “Hey dude”. Bryan must have looked like a bum. He had been staying at my house and was sporting the shaggiest beard and hadn’t changed his clothes in about three days (of course, they were soiled with food ). Bryan looked at this kid and said “Wow, looks like you could use a new board”. The kid just shrugged his shoulders and said “yeah, I have no money”. So Bryan went to the trunk of his car, pulled out a brand new skate board, and just handed it to the kid. I am sure Bryan just got it from someone, or had traded something for it. When Bryan Handed the Board to the boy he was ecstatic. He  looked at Bryan and said “Man, I can’t take this”. Bryan’s reply was “Sure you can, just make sure you ride it”. Of course all of the kid’s friends came running over, thinking Bryan was the real Santa Clause, to look in his trunk for more presents. Bryan just laughed with the kids and said “I got a hammer if you want it”. Bryan got in his car and left.

I was watching this whole thing from the window. At that moment I knew this man was unbelievable. So I immediately called Bryan and was like, “Dude, I can’t believe you just did that.” Of course, Bryan’s reply was “Did what?”

I actually saw this kid a few weeks later and he was still riding his old board, so I asked him why he wasn’t riding the new board. The kids reply was, “I can’t the board is way too nice”.

Bryan was always looking out for everyone else and never himself. I guess the reason that we all loved him so much and ultimately what took his life.

Bryan will forever be missed & loved!

- Amelia Salazar


Sardines with Skateboards

When I lived with Bryan, Dusty, Bill & Cherri my freshman year at UCD, I drove this sweet 1978 Oldsmobile Delta 88. Okay, it wasn’t sweet, but it was a huge 2-door monster. Fast food bags and containers were piled knee-deep on the passenger front seat floor, but there was still enough room for Bryan and about eight or ten of his buddies to pile in and drive around Denver to some of the primo skate spots in downtown. Passengers were two-deep in the back and the front. I had barely enough room to turn the wheel and Bryan’s face was pretty much mashed into the windshield for the whole ride. Definitely not the safest way to travel. Nobody minded. They were 13-15 and I was 18 and willing to cart everyone around. We’d find a place to park the beast and roam downtown with our skateboards, beating up signs and rails and anything we could pop our trucks up onto until we were chased off by security guards or irate shop owners. We’d move on to someplace else and start again and go all day until we were too tired and beat up to continue. It was a great way to spend a Saturday and is one of many of my most cherished memories with Bryan.


-
Don Derenthal


Babysitter Resignation

When Bryan and I were children, our mother owned a tole painting shop. During the summer this would be somewhat problematic since a baby sitter was needed. One day during the summer we were playing with a neighbor down the street, when the idea was put on the table. We had found some spray paint earlier in our garage that gave us the opportunity. The side of the house was a perfect spot, it could not be seen from the road, Nice flat surface that was light in color. It was a canvass that needed our creative talents. We spray painted our names on the brick. The Babysitter was not an aficionado of fine art, as she became horrified at the site of our masterpiece. Our mother soon received a phone call wherein she resigned from babysitting us in the future. Our Father decided our punishment would be to take wire brushes to the paint and clean the brick. This proved troublesome because the brick had a textured facade. Last we heard the names are still present on the west wall of the house at 276 W Peakview Avenue in Littleton.

- Dusty Lusk