Bob The First.
Fourteen years ago today, my dear friend Bob Herries died, suddenly. I've told the story before, so I'm not going to go into everything again. Instead, I'll make good use of my scanner and share my pictures of Bob. I don't have many, but they're very dear to me.
Moving in to the apartment upstairs from me
In Wicker Park
In the photo booth at Club Rainbo
Detail
The shrine his mother made after he died
I'd forgotten about this card and then, several years after he died, I discovered it tucked inside of a Jim Carroll book. Reading "I'ld [sic] probably be dead if not for you" freaked me the hell out.
To my dear friend Bob: Gone but never forgotten.
Moving in to the apartment upstairs from me
In Wicker Park
In the photo booth at Club Rainbo
Detail
The shrine his mother made after he died
I'd forgotten about this card and then, several years after he died, I discovered it tucked inside of a Jim Carroll book. Reading "I'ld [sic] probably be dead if not for you" freaked me the hell out.
To my dear friend Bob: Gone but never forgotten.