I’ve written your name thousands and thousands of times over the past few months. Did you do that on purpose? You’re a fucking bastard of the highest caliber, and we always did share a dark sense of humor over things like that. I wouldn’t put a prank of such design past you:
You’re one of the three people who taught me the most about music. How’s the other side treating you? Have you resurfaced in a different shell? You would, you’d resurface and not even drop me a line. You know I’m going to punch you the next time I see you, yes?
They put your old body in the ground right after Burning Man in 2007. It’s currently getting dusty in all the wrong ways.
You could’ve picked a better time. Seriously, dying on us exactly one year after Wolf Willie? That makes two of the fucking people who taught me the most about music.
Wolf. The last in the line from the tribe of the wolf before me. I miss you father. Amber and I both knew even before the phone rang. And you know what? We had a hell of a ride, you and I. Your going away party, although very fucking unannounced, was one hell of a get-together. Cheers to that!
It’s harvest season again. What is it about this time of year?
The leaves change color…
…and they fall . …. the autumn falling of the sakura petals, the ouka, and each one a soul… . and, with the leaves, the last harvest of souls.
The angel’s touch did not fall lightly this year.
David. You cranky old bastard. Smoking cigars and fighting over philosophy, talking about the “Wheel of Time”, and one of the only other people I know who drinks cold coffee. We all swore you were going to live long enough to light a smoke off of the fire of the apocalypse. You owe me five dollars. I can’t say it’s a bet I’m happy winning, but I’m holding your surly ass to that payment the next time I see you.
Arius. You little gray devil. You make my top favorite cats list any day and always. I wasn’t expecting that, little buddy. I don’t think anyone was. I miss you, petting you while sitting in the red booth and keeping my coffee away from you. You’ve got the Aries trickster inside of you. Watch over Oken for me, will you? I can’t always be there, and that little cat has gotten herself a fierce case of cancer that has me worried pretty damn terribly. Your kind has paws in different worlds already.
Fuck harvest season!! Too many have already fallen into darkness and over the far side of the horizon. Little Sean, goddammit, I told you that you were burning too hot. We never NEVER frakking agreed on a single thing in alchemy, but you sure did teach me how to throw a mean uppercut. Fucking hell, the HEAT coming off of you when we last talked. What? What did you tap into that burned you alive like that?
David. Ah, brother, every time I hear “I Got Five on It”, I’m right back in the car with you jamming out. I respect your choice. I don’t understand it. No, I’m never going to fucking understand it, but I respect your choice my brother. You know what’s fucked up? Your page on MySpace became a memorial, a place for us all to come together and say at least a few last words. And now? It’s all erased. MySpace erased it all and the entire site has become something different. Maybe that’s better. Virtual is nothing and you’re right here. You know I dedicated a song to you? You taught me all about hookah and shisha and inspired me to buy my own hookah. I’ll be getting another one in the future. If you pass by this way again, you’ll know which song I’m talking about. It’s got your hookah painted all over it.
Tab. I still haven’t forgiven you. No, fuck you, if you got a problem with it, you come do something about it!! ! Just no. Not right now. Not here in this moment. You never taught me one thing about the totem or how to return to this world. Not. One. THING!! !!!
But Polo. Merde, I don’t even know you, but I do. I just heard today that it’s been weeks since you sailed off towards the far horizon. I’ve seen your photos, and heard about you so much, and even heard you meowing in video with another cat. You remind me a lot of Theo, a different cat, at the same time you have your own character. It’s bizarre that I miss you when I never even met you, and yet here you are. Thank you for taking care of my Lili. You rock, little guy!! I know you watched over her for a long, long time, and now you have a long journey ahead of you. Travel well.
And for some reason I remember the Sultan. You crazy old man :D I can’t help but smile just remembering you, wearing that crazy red satin cape around you and your Death From Above cap on your head. You just couldn’t let the war go, and I get it. I know what you did. I remember what you told me. Ah, brother, I know it hit me hard when you told me you were taking the long walk north, but I get it now. I get it. After all the shit you did and all that you saw, I’m fucking blessed that you and I even crossed paths before you took the walk. How far did you make it before sleep took you? OMG, you know what I remember? Oh you fucking brilliant bastard, just riding right into El Paso on a train and smiling when the police were waiting right outside of your boxcar upon arrival. I’ll vote for you as president anyway. I’m all out of vodka, but I’ll cheers to you with coffee. You can complain about it later.
We will meet again.