Thursday, June 9, 2011
I had a notice on Facebook that a friend of mine had died. His made found him and they suspect heart attack. I suspect he finally took to many pills. I have not spoken with him in a while. He got pissed at me for not paying enough attention to him as he told me a tale that was hindered by too much Klonipin. He blocked my number. He was a huge huge fan of disco. When I got home I pulled up Donna Summer singling "McArthur Park" and cried. It was the first time I ever cried over the death of someone. Not being on Paxil left me free enough to feel and have an honest emotion. I cried for the laughter he brought to me, and his fierce allegiance. He was a real Yankee pain in the ass but he was so easy to love. I had a great history of friendship with him and I think I grieved some of my on history along with his, those beautiful boys we were are just a part of the history in my heart.. He never could get clean. He kept believing if he could just get everything together house wise, money wise he would be happy. As far as I know he died funny but not fulfilled. He was a poet, and when he forced me to recieve his book of poetry I told him I wasn't a fan of poems. He really wanted me to have a copy of his book and I told him, OK, but I am not reading it and I don't want you to ask what I thought. I don't have the component to enjoy poetry. I did read a couple of them and it was so intimate I felt like I was peeking in his private journal. Which pleased him much. So to my funny friend Michael Tague of Fort Dodge Iowa, I will see you on the other side of the finish line. You were a true kindred spirit and every time I hear the driving beat of a disco song, I'll look for you. Thank you for being my favorite pain in the ass. Elvis has indeed, left the building.
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