I don’t have details as of yet, but I’m left to assume you committed suicide.
Well, that’s shit for timing. We had tickets to see Beats Antique tonight at The Music Box, and I was SO EXCITED (but I wasn’t going to let you know that because I’m still upset with you for breaking my heart a month ago).
From wherever you are, I’m sure you’ve seen…
I’m clear I’m one of many who you’ve loved in your lifetime. But before you fully exit (how was that Alice In Chains, homeboy?), I’d like to thank you for…
-Too Many Zooz;
-Clarity around that if I’m ever to be a mother, my son better be a gay accountant who is compulsive, loves his mother fiercely, and is married to a male professional dancer;
-The nickname “Sparkle Tits;”
I’m drunk, but right now I’m so in love with you.
Find that peace and zen,