Judah Piano ‘09
I gave Skylar, Quincy, and Alex a ride to school every single morning last year. And every morning, the second I walked out of my door, I’d call Quincy; I’d be like, “Quincy, we’re outside your house. Come out now.” Because I’d have to wait there; literally, some days it would be twenty minutes until he’d come outside. One time, he came out, and I was like, “Oh! Finally, he came out hella fast!” And he walked out with his dog and let the dog take a sh** and he cleaned it up, and then he was like, “I’ll be back in a sec,” and he went inside and changed…We were never late, surprisingly, but I’d have to call him in advance, by ten minutes, and if I didn’t we’d be sitting there for so long. But also, he was hella generous with money. Every morning, because it was such a hassle to get them to school, I’d make them give me a dollar every morning, but whenever someone didn’t have the money — Alex would never have the money; he’d give me like 25 cents — Quincy would just pay for him or give me the money for the week.

Des’Juan Newton ‘10
My favorite memory about Q…was when he hustled me out of twenty bucks. He bet me twenty bucks he could grab the rim, and I bet him, but I didn’t say how he was gonna grab the rim. And this fool went and grabbed a chair and jumped up and grabbed the net, and climbed up and grabbed the rim. He got the twenty bucks. Quincy wasn’t how everybody thought he was. People think he was out there just running wild, not knowing that Quincy was a soccer player, liked basketball. He was cool with everybody. If you knew Quincy you’d know he loved animals. He was just friendly. He did have that annoying laugh, though. That laugh got on my nerves. He was a family guy…kinda outspoken to be so little.

Leon Voorhees ‘09
Quincy slept over at my house a lot, and one time I woke up at like four in the morning, and I went downstairs to get a glass of water, and he was still just playing the Wii with my little sister. At four in the morning. And my little sister is like twelve.

Ryan Campbell ‘09
The most consistent and the funniest thing…Every single time he would spend the night at my house, I’d always wake up later than him, and he would always be upstairs in the kitchen with my mom, just talking to her and like drinking orange juice…and I would go up there and he’d always be like “Oh yeah, I was just talking to your lil’ mom, me and your mom, we were bonding up here, bro, while you were sleeping!” I was like, “Dog, what are you doing? Nobody’s up right now, and you just go up and talk to my mom.” I feel like that’s something only Quincy would do.

Alex Lishner ‘09
One funny story I have of Quincy is when me, him, and Leon were at a stoplight in Ballard and this guy across the street crashed his car into a pole or something and messed his bumper up. He hopped out of the car and was like, “Goddamn it!” and was clearly hella mad and on edge and he kept yelling. Then Quincy rolled his window down and was like “SIR!” and the guy looked, and then Quincy was like “GODDAMMMNNNNITTT” and the guy got so mad and was just muggin’ at us. I don’t know; for some reason, it was so funny when it happened.

Peter Killory ‘11
I first met him in eighth grade, and he was in my gym class — I didn’t really know him well. So I just met him one day; I was playing basketball in the gym, and he asked me if I wanted to play a game, so I said sure. I was definitely not talented at all, but I played really well surprisingly and I ended up beating him. And ever since then we were just — I guess acquaintances. I didn’t end up with any classes with him, but if I’d see him in the hall, he would say what’s up or something. He was a really nice kid.

Aaron Bryant ‘11
My guy was trying to play me at basketball, saying he could beat me…you know this guy was hecka weak. He was too little to play basketball. He’d say I was weak at basketball. So every time we went into the gym and I tried to play him, this guy would break out, “No, I ain’t playin’ dog, I ain’t playin’.” And he’d try to race me. Said he’d beat me in a foot race. This guy was hecka slow, right, so I was like, “Alright, dog, let’s go!” And then, again. We were about to go outside, and this guy was like, “No, dog, I gotta catch the bus.” He was hella funny. Everybody thinks he was a troublemaker. He was all that, but he was cool too. He was a good guy.

Desean Mahonie ‘11
We were all at the Garfield Community Center chillin’, and Quincy came in there, and we were all sitting around in the gym with little kids running in there with little soft dunk balls, and we were like, “Let’s crack him!” So we threw it at Quincy and we smacked him! And he was like, “Oh yup, let’s fight!” So he grabbed hecka balls and he was throwing them at everybody; everybody was just laughing. We hit Quincy; Quincy hid behind the wall, and then he popped out and he threw them, and he dunked on people’s heads. We didn’t think Quincy could throw; we thought he could throw like a little girl or something. He could throw. That was the most memorable time because it was just about having fun, about playing dodge ball with Nerf balls.

Janaea Loyd ‘10
We were on the pyramid [on top of Medgar Evers] and were all just sitting there, having a conversation, and I hadn’t seen him in so long — I hadn’t seen him since like seventh or eighth grade. And I had just gotten my new cell phone, and someone was messing with it, and I asked him not to mess with the flip part of it because it breaks real easily. And Quincy was like, “Don’t break Janaea’s filthy new phone; she just got it! Don’t do that!” And I was like, “Are you gonna take my phone?” and he was like, “Why would I steal something? You’re my friend.”

Niela Bell ‘10
I’d try to braid his hair; he was like, “No. I’m just gonna slick it in a ponytail.” I said, “No, you look like a girl.” I always called him a girl every time he wore his hair down or in a ponytail. I was like, “Get your hair braided, look like a boy, and leave it at that.” He was like, “Nah, I’m good.” He was a good kid, he really was. He had a heart when he wanted one.

Skylar Swenson ‘09
It was me and Quincy and a bunch of the homies, kickin’ it and not doing much, and this homeless guy came up with a big shopping cart full of stuff and he started talking to us. We all kinda walked away, but Quincy kept talking to him. When we came back, Quincy had pushed his shopping cart off this little cliff kind of thing, like pretty far down; the guy’s stuff had spilled all over. We came back and we were like, “Quincy! What happened? Did you push it off?” and he was like, “Yeah, dog,” and the bum was just like so upset. We were like, “Quincy, that’s hella not a nice thing to do.” He was like, “Yeah, why did I do that? That’s hella greezy.” He ended up helping the bum fish it out of this like ravine and helping him get all his stuff and push the cart all the way back up onto this cliff. I guess it’s somewhat redeeming. Just a hella Quincy thing to do. Whenever he would do something mean he would realize it and make it better.

Sam Lachow ’09
We were throwing rocks at things and making bets, which is what we always ended up doing when we were bored, and I threw one in this birdbath thinking it would just splash…but the whole thing crumbled and this guy came out screaming at us and we ran away. This was by Broadway, so the guy lived close to me, and about two weeks later I ran into the guy and he told me to thank my little big-haired friend. Quincy had apparently gone back to the birdbath and put down twenty bucks and didn’t even tell me about it. So I asked Quincy about it and he was just like, “Yeah, I started feelin’ bad about it.” He seemed like he was somehow above everybody. He didn’t boast…well, he did, but only about things that he was obviously not good at. But he was just smarter about things than all of us. And he like knew more about morals and values…it’s hard to explain. But we looked up to him. He put people in a good mood all the time. And he could become friends with anyone…and he could make anyone laugh.