• Amby's Myspace.


• Be somebody, or be somebody's fool.

• Rose - The Gypsy Man


• Rose - Ambrose and Katlor


• Alaina - I second that... and third it


• Jamie - Tramp Stamps


• Sarah Jean - Ambrose could be the prettiest girl.

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 Rose at 8:19pm on Tuesday the 18th of March, 2008

 All of the placed Ambrose has called home:

-Crownsville, Maryland

-Annapolis, Maryland

-Brattleboro, Vermont

-Petaluma, Caliofornia

-Braketville, Texas

-Redding, California

-Arcata, California

-San Diego, California

-Norfolk, Nebraska

Also Ambrose has been on seven cross country car trips with our family. 

He took the Greyhound round trip across the country (with a 2 week turn around) with my sister and I. 

I honestly belief that Ambrose loved Redding the best because he felt accepted by the people he met there.  While he lived in Norfolk Nebraska, the natives were mean because of his red hair and nature.  I am thankful to all who were kind to a kind man.

Posted by Rose at 8:14pm on Tuesday the 18th of March, 2008

 This morning our beloved girl, Katlor, joined Ambrose, my mother, and his cousin.  Ambrose came to Nebraska just a few months ago to cat sit for her while my older brother was in a nearby state getting re-trained for work.  Ambrose and Katlor were just a year and a half apart. 

Posted by Alaina at 7:27pm on Tuesday the 18th of March, 2008

Ambrose really was the prettiest girl around when he was playing dress up.. even amongst the most gorgeous of girls, he won, hands down.

Posted by Jamie at 2:07am on Tuesday the 18th of March, 2008

We took my mom last summer to Whiskeytown.  Ambrose and I went every week, when she visited, we took her.  The highlight of all of our Whiskeytown visits was to cruise the beach, watch the "hot bitches" and have a tramp stamp counting contest. 

It was awesome

Posted by Sarah Jean at 10:40pm on Monday the 17th of March, 2008

One of my favorite memories of Amby was when I was living in the Hollow with my husband Zack and about six of our friends in a one bedroom....I am not sure you could even call this place a house.

Amby was over for a visit. Amby, and I were visiting with our friend Kara, who was dating Jack at the time.

It was only the three of us, which was a weird circumstance since the "house" was usually packed. Amby wanted a beer. The only beer that I had was a 3month old 211 40oz. 1/3rd of the 40 was previously consumed by, who knows whom...It was also sitting in our mold box (our refridgerator that lost electricity and turned everything in it into mold in just a few days.)

I told Amby the only beer that I had for him was this foul flat warm 1/3 drunken 40 oz. that had been sitting for 3 months. He was not only agreeable to drinking this 40, but did so with gusto while whincing the whole time.

Kara and I decided that this was time for us to dress Amby up in my french maid halloween costume. We did his make up, we put him into the fishnets and he even wore the little french maids hat. We went on to do his make up and nails. This whole time he was trying to drink this foul 211 40 oz because he "couldn't be sober for this."

He managed to stomach us playng dress up, and the sick ass 40.

Then he went into the bathrom, looked in the mirror and freaked out.

Amby went running through the hollow while tearing off all the colthes that we had dressed him up in. The only way that I found him was by following the bread crumb like trail of clothes that he had left for me. It was all in good humor. I brought him back inside and we had a fun rest of the evening doing kardio groove workout routines.

The last time I saw him was about a year and a half ago. We ran into oneanother at a show in Redding. It was a strange coincidence since neither of us were living there at the time. We talked and had a good conversation. We vowed to keep in touch. I tried to contact him a few times, but he was busy with life or something. I understand that.

When I first found out that Amby died, I was sad. I cried, I was confused. Our community was once so tight. I wondered if I had made the right decision. Insted of making the community stronger, continuing in participating in group
 activities like saving the hollow, food not bombs, shows, farms, Redding life in general. I have decided to move away. I am trying to make my fortune, saving up for my idea of a land project. This is a place where our community could live with one another with out the confines of systematic work and contributing to the death culture. I am trying to make money to create a space where  we  can come together and talk. Suicide would be a lesser attractive option when you have so much fun with your close friends around. There would be people to talk with when you are feeling low low low. Not to say that there were not good amazing people in Amby's life. I know the quality of people that he surrounded himself with. People that are compsed of high quality. I just think that more genuine love and friendship can never hurt any one.

Where am I going with this?

Good question. I guess that I just always pictured Amby there. Visiting this land project. He always drifted in and out of my life so fluidly. I had an unintentional expectation that he would continue to do this. I was wrong.

Realizing this made me know that you can not expect any thing from any one. This helps us to live in the now. To appreciate whom you have in front of you right now. To value friend's words as if they were more precious than gold. Because they are. I never want to expect that any one will ever be there for me when I need them. This makes me vaule the time that I do have with them even more.

That is what I have learned from this. This tragedy makes me want to be my best every day. I want to worship the people that I love. I want to be the best giver and listener that I can be. I want every one that I love to feel valued and cared for.

I wish that some how he could have know how valueable he was to me and to all that loved him.