I wrote you a letter. I even got Delivery Confirmation on it so I could be sure it reached you, but I never checked. I figured if you were going to read it it would reach you, and there was only a few days' window between its mailing and your death, and to hammer on it seemed too great an act of ego ( Read more... )

you can't be fucking dead. You're the man, despite all that scientology nonsense. That's present tense, motherfucker. Get the hell back up and sing us one more.

At least one more.

i'm catching up on your amazingness.

it's almost hard to imagine you a woman in her 40s, old hat at everything. it's killing me to think you'll never improve at anything any more. your book is mesmerizing. i'm really an idiot, and nothing short, for not seeking it, for not buying it on the spot ( Read more... )

We go through life with heroes who made their mark 20, 30 years before we were pulled out the womb, then we settle into routine, a daily (or weekly, or yearly) cycle of being glad he's out there, a reassured smile at the newspaper that she is still thinking still deeper for the rest of us, and then BAM the news hits with a small smack to the face ( Read more... )