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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 |
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Amby in San Francisco | |
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Posted by Rose at 10:35pm on Friday the 28th of March, 2008 Here is a doctored picture I took of Ambrose in my hole in the wall studio in San Francisco. Ambrose came to visit me one weekend to escape the Coast Guard in Petuluma. 
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Grumpy boy talking politics | |
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Posted by Rose at 10:29pm on Friday the 28th of March, 2008 Here is Ambrose and Tim in my grand mother's home, in Maryland. My grand mother loved to rant and rave about politics, and you can see how amused that made Ambrose by the expression on his face. 
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One of My Favorite Pictures | |
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Posted by Rose at 10:24pm on Friday the 28th of March, 2008 Simon and Ambrose, together at Clam Beach. August 1998. 
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Sniped by my own brother | |
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Posted by Rose at 4:51pm on Friday the 28th of March, 2008 It was not until yesterday that I remembered that Ambrose shot me in the butt with a paintball. I remembered this because my boyfriend just bought a paintball gun yesterday, and said that they have actual paintball tourtements. We Breen's just attacked each other with paint. We certainly had no rules. Anyway, while living in Vermont Ambrose convinced me to play paintball hide and seek with him. I knew nothing about paintballs, but it sounded fun. I asked him if it would hurt, and he pointed his paintball gun at close range and shot by foot (I was wearing thick boots though). It hurt like hell! And he instantly replied, "It won't hurt worse then that." And started laughing. So from here he had to give me a pep talk about playing anymore because I was scared. But he convinced me. I walked out into an open field after counting to twenty, looked around, and like the Predator with his electric shooting devices, a paintball came from the woods and into my butt. I think I jumped two feet, instantly grabbing my butt and screaming, "I quit, stop, I quit." I had a welt on my butt for a week. A black and blue welt. He hid behind a tree to do this and he was smart- he knew his target and he knew it would make him laugh hysterically- to shoot his uptight older sister in the butt with a paintball. |
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Sleeping like a baby deer | |
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Posted by Simon at 12:54am on Friday the 28th of March, 2008 For someone who constantly complained about having insomnia he sure did sleep a lot. A LOT. 
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