
Hey blog reader friends. As you know, I have not been feeling very alive lately. I just thought I should open up and share what has been happening. I feel very sad while I type this, but a notable night life photoblogger in our scene passed away. He had pneumonia, but unfortunately, didn't have medical insurance. He thought it was a cold, but he ended up passing away, since he just tried to detox his throat by drinking a lot of vodka for several weeks. Really just can't believe he's gone. One night he's taking pix of you and your bros, and the next night, he's not there. No1 knows where he is, but every1 finds it odd. After the Of Montreal show, we went to his loft, and found him dead in his bed. We took his body to the hospital, and even though we were dressed alt, we were just normal people like every one else, dealing with the human fight against mortality.
I got this tattoo of him to remember him forever. You can see him reviewing pix on his DSLR (he preferred Canon over Nikon).
It seems like nothing matters right now. I don't give a shit what the best mp3s of the decade were, or who is the next buzzwave band. I don't care about tween soft porn lookbook, or what the next big trend is. I lost a bro, and it hurts. Not that he was a true bro, but just being reminded of 'how fragile life is' just makes me feel vulnerable. I can't believe I have to die, too. Just wish I was actually doing something with my life. I just hope that when I die, I am okay with it. I think he was happy taking pictures of people, capturing life, doing some freelance work for a regional fast food chain.
I miss him. Should I get more tattoos to honor my DeadBro, or should I just throw a 'benefit partie' in his honor to raise money for his casket?
Have u ever mourned this loss of a fallen scene member? How did u remember him/her?
Did he/she deserve 2 die? Does n e 1 deserve 2 die?
r u afraid 2 die?