Sebastian is dead. I have felt like I can’t do anything without acknowledging his death, I can’t write anything about my life without talking about this huge fucking loss and how everything is different now. But I haven’t had the strength until now.
I could write today up all light hearted, and talk about my hangover, and why you shouldn’t accept drinks of Absinthe from spunky men you’re trying very hard to chat up at Lumiere and talk about dancing at Khuja for hours and then being walked home by KateM and Brad and Nigel despite my insistence […]
Scott, what the fuck were you doing? you were working in a cheese factory, and now you’re dead. How do I respond to that? What the fuck am I supposed to say? And I know it’s not about me, it’s about you, but I’m still here and you’re not. The last time I saw you […]