From: Aine Malone, Santa Fe, NM

meeting tmo...wish it were some grand story. but when i moved to dallas to go to school i knew noone. and i would go into grinders on greenville and tmo one day just starting talking to me about dominoes. i found that fascinating. i grew up in the back woods of east texas so i know my dominoes because my whole family are FANATICS...all the games..42 and on and on. TMO knew them. I had never met someone who rode a vespa and listened to cool music AND knew dominoes. enlightenment. tmo was just himself. not trying to be anything else. domino playing. would talk to a stranger and then engage them enough to pull them in and suddenly he was your best friend.

From: Martha Barbosa

I met T-Mo in like 2006 and that I will forever consider the luckiest day of my life. I've been wanting to add something to this blog for a while but I just never felt I had a grand enough story about him. Me and T-Mo had an odd friendship. We mostly just conversated over the phone most of the time and that's how we bonded we eventually met but my fondest memories are conversations we had. I met him when he lived in Dallas and kept the friendship going after he moved to Austin. I mostly remember him through our phone conversations. Haha, I think the maddest I ever made him was when I'd start eating chips over the phone. I could practically see him cringing lol Anyways, I just wanted to mention some of the memories I have from him. They might be small tid bits but for some reason they stand out in my memory as small reminders of the funny sweet person that he was.

*Hated people crunching chips over the phone

*Was amazed at how many different kinds of pears there were

*Would pick up things off the side of the road. I remember he'd proudly tell me that's how he had built up his collection of tools. He said he had learned that form his dad. If he saw something shiny on the side of the road he'd pull over onto the service road and pick it up. Ha, and I'll never forget how he once found a "CD book" full of different porns. Weird porn at that. We had a nice laugh discussing midget porn afterwards.

*I remember once being on the phone with him and he said he was drinking some beer somewhere (I don't remember exactly where) and next thing I know I hear him saying "Hi my name is T-mo, want some beer?" to some strangers sitting near him. LOL That was T-Mo. Friendly to the max.

*T-Mo loved his friends with a strength I'd never seen before. I remember once when he came to visit me in dallas we went to Red Lobster and then just hung out afterwards. After a while of watching tv I noticed he got quiet after answering a phone call he'd gotten. I asked him why'd he turned so quiet and then he burst into tears. He finally told me that he had gotten a phone call from a friend that he house sitted for often and that she had been in tears. He said that her cat had passed and that it caused him pain to hear her crying. My poor Mousie just sobbed for her. He was just so kind and loving...

* Aww, we could sit on the phone and just meow at each other. I know it sounds odd but we did it. LOL As grown as we were we found it so adorable to just to sit there and meow. I still have a voicemail that he left me where he's just meowing thoughout the whole thing. He was odd and not afraid of it.

*Loved and collected cacti.

I saw him that Monday before he passed. It's crazy... The first and last time I was ever able to visit him in Austin. I just consider myself extremely lucky. I'm glad I got to know him and I couldn't have given my heart to anyone better. I love him as a friend but most importantly as a the man he was. Maybe in another life time my friend.