Fightmaster Memorium


God, my baby brother! What the fuck, Sean? I love you more than life itself. I just hope that in life, as well as in death; you know that. I have a feeling that you do. I love you man and always will. Where to begin? I was not the best sister, but whoever is a good sibling? I remember that when Sean was young, he loved Shogun Warrior toys. I personally could never stand them. Sean was a wonderful, gifted artist. Whether it was pencil, ink, oil or his voice, he had a true gift. I remember when he was seven years old, he did a picture of the Peanuts Gang at Christmas. The detail even then was amazing. It was of the gang having a snowball fight. He captured every detail, right down to the icicles hanging from Snoopy’s doghouse. I still have the picture, by the way.

It all started with Sid and Nancy and those wonderful Sex Pistols. Sean said that if it weren’t for me (haha) he never would have gotten into punk. He had some fucking twisted notion that he had stolen my Sex Pistols album; an album of which I never owned. Go figure. He used to play his music so fucking loud that it drove mom and I crazy. When we asked why he had to play it so loud, he said, “that’s the only way you can listen to punk!”

I moved out when I was 18, but he was always close in spirit. I remember all the wayward punks he would always bring home to mom. That was just his personality. He hated to see anyone in pain, especially his friends. Mom’s house became a crash pad for the universe. Sean also loved animals; he loved his cat “Catsura” I found her at a friends house. Go figure. She was about to become dinner for a dog, but mom took her in for Sean. He loved her as much as he did his pet scorpion and the many other lost pets that we always would bring home to mom. What I remember most about my baby brother is that he was, and still is, a great man and a wonderful human being. I miss him so much and I will never stop.

I would love to thank SLUG Mag for this opportunity to share my brother with you as well as the underground punk scene of the world; your love for Sean and our family is amazing. We love you all and know that Sean will always burn HARDCORE and BRIGHT as the heavens above. I know that Sean lives on through all of you.

“His Journey’s Just Begun”
Don’t think of him as gone away. His journey’s just begun
Life holds so many facets. This earth is only one.
Just think of him as resting from the sorrows and the tears
In a place of warmth and comfort where there are no days and years.
Think how he must be wishing that we could know today
How nothing but our sadness can really pass away.
And think of him as living in the hearts of those he touched .
.. For nothing loved is ever lost … and he was and is loved so much.