RIP sid sars
i found out last nite that this guy passed away in january, sigh here’s an email he sent me once
Cult status is tricky, I once had a small cult following in Kansas City. At first I could not make them mad, and believe me, I tried, but in the end the whole thing turned into another day in 7th grade.
It’s tough at the top. One minute it is a show, the next minute it’s your life. It was my life they wanted and I gave it to them. Every twisted and depraved intention I have ever had. I pushed my luck with everyone of them, I pushed whatever I felt at the time or whatever I felt like doing at the time on all of them. Needless to say, most of them hate me, but a few still love me. I can’t say I blame any of them for any of their emotions. A human being can only take so much.
I think after I have completed my research, I shall get into the fashion game. Move to Milan, sweet talk all the beautiful people, drink wine, and finish my novel(which I have not started).
The real reason for this e-mail was to say that I miss the picture of your butt. I often just can’t shut up though.
it’s weird when internet buddies die, when they lived they were like friendly ghosts, intangible dreamy pals, one day you think we will hang together and share all the good stories, save up the best ones for when we finally meet and i’ll buy you that drink i promised.
take’r easy bro.