Died April 5, 2002, Seattle, WA

I went to a dark bar and rested my leather elbows under the low lights. I went and stood next to a dude on a bar stool with cool hair and a cool leather jacket just minding his own business… he was nursing a drink in a glass and his head hung low and me being the loudmouthed cocksucker that i’ve always been, i said hey man didnt i see you in that local music rag yesterday?
And we began to talk in slow talk and I warmed up to him like a moth to a flame and I became very fond of him quite quickly and it got to the point where we would see each other at that same roost and he knew i was down with humor, but sometimes his life wasn’t funny but i was trying to bring some loose light and lighten the situation… but everything was taking off and things were going sideways… he was a tender kind of friend… he was loyal and he meant business and maybe even saw past success and that thing called FAME that John Lennon and David Bowie sang about.
Who knows but maybe some people ain’t cut out for the heights of big fame and when you’re in the middle of two dragons needing to be fed with fax machines full of vampires its easy to aim for the center of the real nowhere
pull down the shades
take the batteries out of the clocks
keep visitors at bay
in a timeless state of your own virtues
to Hell with it