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Sep 25, 2002 23:39

Kenton M. Vensor ( Read more... )

wisconsin, fuckity

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yamo September 25 2002, 04:18:35 UTC
So sorry, hon. I don't know what to say.

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monocleostrich September 25 2002, 08:02:28 UTC
...so sad. Poor Kenton. I wonder what caused it, you know? I'm sorry for your loss...let me know if there's anything I can do for you.

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Did I know him? whitedove1 September 25 2002, 12:53:14 UTC
Chris, his name sounds familiar, did I know this guy? Was he one of my clients? I know that name from either the bank or the cafe downtown.

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Re: Did I know him? zombiehamster September 25 2002, 21:45:20 UTC
Quite possibly you did. He was a downtown entity. I met him through My Place Cafe 5+ years ago, and he was good friends with Sara Anzaldua, who was my receptionist at C&M Tax for a few years and also your client. He was tall, blond, square-jawed, wonderful dancer, well-built enough to look bad in drag though he did a good RuPaul impression. Always so much energy.

Another downtown casualty too--he hung himself from the balcony of the Boathouse Pub, where he lived in the apartment above it. Less than six blocks from my old apartment. I used to drive past it nearly every day, and the ex's cousin worked there. He was found by a cleaning crew at 5am. Right now it looks like a mix of medication, alcohol, and depression. This was his fourth attempt, which I hadn't known either.

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Re: Did I know him? whitedove1 September 25 2002, 22:26:35 UTC
*warm hugs*

I'm sorry to hear this, hon. That damned depression is a killer. I am fighting it myself. Doesn't matter how happy I look, for the most part, there's a lack of chemicals in my brain to keep me un-depressed.

I remember him in a vague way. My memories of downtown and My Place are fading. I am starting to feel like a faded Kenosha scrapbook.

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