• Amby's Myspace.


• Be somebody, or be somebody's fool.

• Simon - Golf Course


• Rose - A Random Fact about Ambrose


• Simon - Amby the Dare Devil: The Wasabi-Eating Contest


• Rose - May 13, 2007


• Wade - Tunnel

This is a place to collect stories and pictures, to share experiences, and remember Amby. Please direct any memories or images for posting to ethan.sletteland@gmail.com

Posted by Simon at 3:04am on Friday the 14th of March, 2008

Amby and Elliot once ran through a very well-to-do private golf course just to run amok.  Amby was wearing nothing but a wetsuit. 

Posted by Rose at 1:05am on Friday the 14th of March, 2008

He drove on the wrong side of the road on one way streets.  When he drove me home from San Francisco he did this a lot.  I doubt he had any rules about it, but he said as long as no cops saw him, was the big deal? 

Posted by Simon at 12:16am on Friday the 14th of March, 2008

 It's funny what Jaden wrote about how Amby had asked her to dare him to eat wasabi at Tokyo Garden.  He did the same thing before.

We were at Tokyo Garden with Rose and Kara.  Amby was asking us to dare him to eat wasabi and Rose, not wanting to be outdone by her little brother, bragged that eating wasabi was no big thing and that she could wasabi-eat him under the table any day.  It was on.  The rules were simple: both of them had to eat a spoonful of wasabi or more and stomach it.  The winner would get five bucks.

When the wasabi was brought out, Amby complained that there wasn't enough of it, that he'd need more.  Rose went first.  She ate one spoonful of the green stuff and was in the bathroom a few minutes later puking.  Then it was Amby's turn.  He put it in his mouth and instantly you could tell from the expression on his face that he had realized what he had gotten himself into.  Still, he even chewed it a while before swallowing half of it.  He spit the other half out on the plate.  He managed to keep it down longer than Rose, but ended up up-chucking an hour or so later.  I don't even think he collected the $5.

That was Amby to a tee--always prompting people to dare him--or bet him for some minuscule amount of money--to do something utterly outrageous.  He himself had to ask others to ask him to do whatever it was, because he was the only person with an imagination wild enough to dream up things like eating a spoonful of wasabi for no good reason other than to win five bucks.  It was never about the money.  It was to prove how fearless he was.  And he was fearless, no one will debate that.

Posted by Rose at 10:11pm on Thursday the 13th of March, 2008

I overdosed the day after graduation.  Amborse was living with me at the time and it was Ambrose who found me and gave me rescue breaths and saved my life.  He manically called the hospital asking if I was okay.  When I got home he told me he saw ghosts of me all night, then kept calling the hospital to still confirm that I was okay.  Now he is gone and I am here.  I will have to live double the life now, with his light in me.  It's going to be hard to fill those shoes.  They say suicide is a case of mistaken idenity- the person is so angry with someone else that they kill themselves.  It was drugs ruined my brother.  He bounced back better then anyone I have seen with his expensive apartment and full time job.  But those drugs held him down.  My brother had a case of mistaken idenitiy- he shot the drug out of his body because it was controlling him.  And I look at all these beautiful stories on this webpage about him.  He was beautiful.  Now I'm not stupid- I know a lot of drugs were present on these good times.  My rage is towards the drug my brother did not want in him anymore, and my rage is to the structure that brought him to need them.

Posted by Wade at 7:35pm on Thursday the 13th of March, 2008

It had been a long time since I'd seen Amby, and even longer since I'd really hung out with him.  Despite that, it really made me sad when  I got the news.  He was a real gem of a person, and I'll never forget him. Also, he was probably one of the ballsiest dudes I've ever met.

Way back in 2000, a lot of us used to hang out at that tunnel off of Miracle Mile.  I remember that's when I first started really hanging out with Amby.  I'd met him, since i was friends with Rose, but the tunnel nights showed me Amby in his full glory.

The kid would always get so crazy.  He'd start shit with people (or groups of people) twice his size.  He was such a cute, young (I think he was probably only 15 or so) kid.  But he was completely fearless and always getting into trouble. 

I, for my part, was big, fat and bearded.  I was sort of like a human easy chair and often, after he chilled out, Amby would end up sitting in my lap.  I didn't mind, I really liked the guy and it sort of made me feel like some sort of weird drunken Santa Claus.  I think it made Amby feel secure or something too.

Odd as it was, when I got the news about Amby, that was the image that stuck in my mind: sweet little Amby passed out in my lap while I drunkenly babbled to whoever was sitting next to me.

Over the years I heard snippets about things that were going on with Amby, but I hadn't really hung out with him since the Redding days.  Now I really wish I'd made more of an effort to see him and spend time with him. 

I'll miss ya' Amby!  You were one of a kind.