Music: And I’m asking the good Lord “why?” and sigh
Found out through Benlbr that our friend Derek is in the hospital. Hit and run driver. From what I know, it’s touch and go; he’s not awake. It’s very scary. He was the stoner in our show, 72 to Canal.
I don’t know him that well but I like him; he’s young and talented. I hope very, very much that he gets a chance to be old and talented. I pray he gets that chance.
Like most people in NYC, I run into him in the life. When he first found out that I had taken up photography, he was like a kid in a pot-filled candystore. He’s such a good guy.
Wish I could say something profound but the words escape me at the moment.
I’ll tell my brother to let you know if anything happens to me. Cause you should know.
We’re friends, after all.
With nods to Irnbruise, this guy is selling his entire life online. He’s going to walk out of his house with the clothes on his back and his wallet.
I can relate. Of course, I’d take Harold and Syd. No worries. I’ll tell if I’ve gone fishing.
I’d like to start over again where nobody knows me. Have all my stupid mistakes a million miles away. But we all got our baggage, yeah? Even if it’s only what we carry inside.