He is the first person I’ve known to die that participated in social media.
Today was his birthday. People, whom I can only assume are acquaintances, are wishing him a happy birthday, ignorant that he died 18 months ago.
I have these moments where I think I’m going to miss this temporary, North Hollywood apartment.
I’m a stone’s throw from a comic book store. There are ample restaurants. The Post Office is close. So is a subway stop. There are two bathrooms.
Then I step into the elevator and I’m assaulted with some variation of Axe body spray. My nose twitched. My eyes burned. It wouldn’t evaporate. I couldn’t get used to it. I could feel douche bag bacteria sinking into my skin.
Nah. Not gonna miss it.