Thijs Visser (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
getawaying) wrote2031-05-26 05:05 am
getawaying) wrote2031-05-26 05:05 am
full bio.
Some things start at the ending. Thijs thinks his story might be one such thing.
He was five years old when his dad left. They don't know where he went, one day his mom just woke up to an empty bedroom, an open front door and although Thijs spent a lot of his childhood imagining the great adventures his dad probably went on, police ruled it out as a suicide. No body ever emerged. No one knows. Thijs has learned to live with that. The mystery of his dad's disappearance.
His mom hasn't. Never did. She did her best on a single income, single parent, but the loss wrecked her and there'd be periods when she just wasn't the same person anymore. She tried hiding her drinking from him, but always hit a point where it was still him collecting her bottles and getting the deposit back. He forgave her. Because the rest of the time, she was loving and attentive and did her very, very best. Of course he forgave her.
Thijs was the kind of kid who never sat still, couldn't concentrate worth much either and although he didn't do horribly at school, he could've no doubt done better, if someone had seen to that. He liked chemistry, maybe he could've been a scientist. Maybe he couldn't. At 15, he ended up training to be a mechanic. Thijs liked cars, all cars, but especially the really fast ones. His dream was to be a race car driver, but he didn't have the connections or the money to make that dream come true.
Maybe that was why he ended up in the gang milieu of Amsterdam. You made money fast, people knew other people, it was a way forward. Just also a very dangerous way and he wasn't quite unscrupulous and unrelenting enough for it. He became known as a good mechanic, a reliable mule and the best getaway driver you could imagine, but he couldn't kill anyone (he tried) and he got sick at the sight of too much blood. He really wasn't cut out for it, but that was where he ended up.
By his side, he had Marcel Verlinden who lived with him in his apartment. They worked at the same car repair shop and as they both got deeper into the fraction called DGB, they would start hooking up. It was a turbulent on- and off-again relationship that got complicated due to the homophobic nature of the environment they were part of. Both of them saw other people, but they kept returning to each other in secret. As Thijs stagnated within the framework of DGB, always the mule, always the getaway driver, Marcel skyrocketed. He'd do anything, kill, maim, collect, pick up, to get ahead and the way he rose in ranks would eventually make their relationship not just complicated, but almost impossible.
In the end, it would drive a wedge down between them. In the end, it'd get Thijs killed.
He was five years old when his dad left. They don't know where he went, one day his mom just woke up to an empty bedroom, an open front door and although Thijs spent a lot of his childhood imagining the great adventures his dad probably went on, police ruled it out as a suicide. No body ever emerged. No one knows. Thijs has learned to live with that. The mystery of his dad's disappearance.
His mom hasn't. Never did. She did her best on a single income, single parent, but the loss wrecked her and there'd be periods when she just wasn't the same person anymore. She tried hiding her drinking from him, but always hit a point where it was still him collecting her bottles and getting the deposit back. He forgave her. Because the rest of the time, she was loving and attentive and did her very, very best. Of course he forgave her.
Thijs was the kind of kid who never sat still, couldn't concentrate worth much either and although he didn't do horribly at school, he could've no doubt done better, if someone had seen to that. He liked chemistry, maybe he could've been a scientist. Maybe he couldn't. At 15, he ended up training to be a mechanic. Thijs liked cars, all cars, but especially the really fast ones. His dream was to be a race car driver, but he didn't have the connections or the money to make that dream come true.
Maybe that was why he ended up in the gang milieu of Amsterdam. You made money fast, people knew other people, it was a way forward. Just also a very dangerous way and he wasn't quite unscrupulous and unrelenting enough for it. He became known as a good mechanic, a reliable mule and the best getaway driver you could imagine, but he couldn't kill anyone (he tried) and he got sick at the sight of too much blood. He really wasn't cut out for it, but that was where he ended up.
By his side, he had Marcel Verlinden who lived with him in his apartment. They worked at the same car repair shop and as they both got deeper into the fraction called DGB, they would start hooking up. It was a turbulent on- and off-again relationship that got complicated due to the homophobic nature of the environment they were part of. Both of them saw other people, but they kept returning to each other in secret. As Thijs stagnated within the framework of DGB, always the mule, always the getaway driver, Marcel skyrocketed. He'd do anything, kill, maim, collect, pick up, to get ahead and the way he rose in ranks would eventually make their relationship not just complicated, but almost impossible.
In the end, it would drive a wedge down between them. In the end, it'd get Thijs killed.