The King of Newbury Park is Dead...
When I was a youth, growing up in Newbury Park, there was a bully who haunted the streets.
His name was Tom Saby, and everyone in the underground community knew who he was.
He was bigger than all the other kids, and he had the jungle in him, so he took advantage of this fact to relieve the others of their money every chance he got.
He burned some people very badly, for hundreds of dollars.
My friends were smart and quickly learned not to trust him.
He was a ladies man, owing in no small part to a pretty face, but again because of the jungle, he took advantage of it.
As he grew up, he learned that his life was not filling him with truth, and perhaps this was the saddest thing for a man like him.
His downfall was deep inside, beneath all the evil things he had done, he had a good heart.
He knew right from wrong, but for too long he disregarded it.
That is what did him in.
He had lived so long with the jungle that he didn't know how not to live with it.
What he did to kids on the street, he could not do as an adult to others, in business or otherwise.
This I saw the last time we spoke, playing pool at P.J.'s, he wanted a friend, but could not leave the jungle to find him.
His sadness grew, not knowing how to live, but knowing that his life was not it.
So one day, not too long ago, he took a gun and pulled a Hemingway.
The King of Newbury Park is Dead.
Long Live the King!
Goodbye Tom Saby, you will be missed.