Right around this time exactly two years ago, one of my best friends, Devon Curtis Arnold, disappeared from his friends at the Pepsi Center during a Nuggets/Suns game. Nobody ever saw him alive again. The investigators eventually changed his date of death to 2/3/2010 instead of 2/4 when he was discovered on the train tracks just east of Keenesburg, CO, based on the last signal sent from his cell phone between 11pm and midnight. I think about him every day, think about his parents, his two younger brothers, and my friends who were also his. I’ll never know what happened to him, how he traveled 45 miles from downtown Denver by himself, blackout drunk, in 10 degree weather and ended up on those train tracks, and I’ll probably never believe any of the stories I’ve heard. I know his mom Beth really doesn’t. I’ll always be angry about it, as much as I try to move on. I want answers that I’ll never get and I want my friend back. I’ve visited the site where his remains were found, and driven within sight of the tracks many more times, including a year ago today on the one year anniversary. I will never get past how cold and alone he must have been, and it’s fitting that tonight is as deep and dark and cold a night as that one was.
I love you, Devon. You’ve visited me once in my dreams and almost told me your story, and I know you’ve been to see your mom. Don’t be a stranger.
D.C.A. 11/18/1987-2/3/2010
