February 27th

On Feb. 27th, my dear friend (and he was to so many of us), will be dead 20 years. That loss was so raw when it happened.

He was a good man. We had the greatest late night conversations.


Mum and Mel felt the loss as rough as I did.

But time heals. I only remember moments of joy and hilarity. He was a brother. I miss him. We all lived together in a townhouse at FU in '88 - '89. But I've made peace with it.

So now, it's just Smith, Kevin and I. 

We grew closer after his death. And that's just fine by me. Just another gift that Pat O'Neill gave us. 

So, I toast ye, my dear friend. I still miss ye. But while you were here, you were something extraordinary, and that's all that ever fucking matters.