Witt's dead..... I had known him for 25 years. If anyone carried within them the seeds of their own destruction it was witt katherman.
I met him in high school. I had a cowboy boot full of quaaludes and he had a handful of cash..... he was two years younger and it was the punk/goth drug culture that brought us into the same group of friends..... As his obit. says he was the lead guitarist from the M-80's and he was probably one of the most naturally talented musicians I have ever known. For those fellow punkers.... the M-80's was one of the best fucking bands to come out of the Hampton Roads area.
Well, most of us out grew the stuff other than pot and booze, witt needed the heavier stuff (he thought).
Witt was from the kind of family that was in a constant state of denial, so when witt showed signs of classic bi-polarism and began to "self-medicate" with that heavier stuff they saw the drugs as a problem.... not the symptom.
About six years ago witt took a dive out of the window of the Jefferson Hotel, said he wanted something different. He lived, no one around him changed their actions, but now a constant prescription for pain meds was in the mix. (street drugs, pain meds, booze..... )
We moved in very different circles, but I still considered him my friend when I saw him at shows and stuff. I had been emersed in work and family, then yesterday my friend fred called and told me. I went on line and found his obit.
http://home.hamptonroads.com/obits/details.cfm?obitID=30347When I spoke of it to others, the only witt they remembered was the drugged and drunken angry witt.... Wittdrawls.... the joke was.
Last night I had a dream about witt. we were 17 again and "inner tubing" behind the boat of another friend's parents (dottie). I dreamt of witt sitting in the inner tube waiting to be pulled, tanned in red birdwells, smiling and waving at me as the waters of the chesapeake bay sparkled and shined about him. I realized this morning when I woke up that.... that witt was gone too.