Today.
Today I received news. Horrible News. It was the notice of my legs being kicked out from underneath me, and my gut, wrenching itself into a sinewy little ball of pain.
Both of these occurred immediately after I learned of a very good friend of mines untimely passing. In January.
To make this all even worse than it already is, I also find out that two other very close friends of mine, whose initials are Rich, and Damara, knew of this friend of mines death, but "somehow forgot" to "mention it to me.
I wouldn't bore those of you who may read this, with details, on the loss of someone you didn't or possibly didn't know. So stop reading now. Because everything else, will be an attempt at a Eulogy, for my late friend, Mark W. Craver
For those of you whom are interested, his books are carried by:
Amazon
and one out of print book, his first, is carried by:
SmallPressDistribution
I met Mark, when I first moved to the East Coast, fresh from the smoggy shores of Los Angeles.
He admitted a moderate curiousity in me, because I was the only Skinhead student in the entire High School at the time, and he was a well established Senior English Teacher. After many casual conversations in the hallways, a mutual friend of ours, prompted me to enroll in his Creative Writing I Class.
That day, and everyday after it, marked the beginning of a new life for me. He taught me to grow up. He taught me that life isn't fair. He taught me how to smoke weed, take speed, and dose up on acid. He taught me how to live, love, and be loved.
I was failing out, and in danger of not graduating on time in my final semester. and so he proposed this little morsel of knowledge: " You're automatically enrolled, as my Teachers Aide, during my second period break. During this time, you will study, and complete your Senior Research Project. All of these you will do, or I will come to your house, and kick your ass."
After I graduated, I kept in touch with Mark, albeit off and on, and never could seem to spend enough time with him. He was simply that magnetic of a personality. Being that he was an established writer, as well as English Professor for George Mason University, and High School Teacher, he often introduced me to many things to which I would otherwise not have been exposed;
Allen Ginsberg, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Galway Kinnell;
Motorcycles, .45 Colts, Pig Roasts, and Magic Mushrooms;
Torque Wrenches, and Loc-Tite, which led inevitably to Easy-Outs, and Taps and Dies
.
But most of all he introduced me to the true meaning of life: everlasting friendship, and love.
Rest in Peace, Big Bro. You'll be forever in my Heart.
-3 Chords, is all you probably know.
Today I received news. Horrible News. It was the notice of my legs being kicked out from underneath me, and my gut, wrenching itself into a sinewy little ball of pain.
Both of these occurred immediately after I learned of a very good friend of mines untimely passing. In January.
To make this all even worse than it already is, I also find out that two other very close friends of mine, whose initials are Rich, and Damara, knew of this friend of mines death, but "somehow forgot" to "mention it to me.
I wouldn't bore those of you who may read this, with details, on the loss of someone you didn't or possibly didn't know. So stop reading now. Because everything else, will be an attempt at a Eulogy, for my late friend, Mark W. Craver
For those of you whom are interested, his books are carried by:
Amazon
and one out of print book, his first, is carried by:
SmallPressDistribution
I met Mark, when I first moved to the East Coast, fresh from the smoggy shores of Los Angeles.
He admitted a moderate curiousity in me, because I was the only Skinhead student in the entire High School at the time, and he was a well established Senior English Teacher. After many casual conversations in the hallways, a mutual friend of ours, prompted me to enroll in his Creative Writing I Class.
That day, and everyday after it, marked the beginning of a new life for me. He taught me to grow up. He taught me that life isn't fair. He taught me how to smoke weed, take speed, and dose up on acid. He taught me how to live, love, and be loved.
I was failing out, and in danger of not graduating on time in my final semester. and so he proposed this little morsel of knowledge: " You're automatically enrolled, as my Teachers Aide, during my second period break. During this time, you will study, and complete your Senior Research Project. All of these you will do, or I will come to your house, and kick your ass."
After I graduated, I kept in touch with Mark, albeit off and on, and never could seem to spend enough time with him. He was simply that magnetic of a personality. Being that he was an established writer, as well as English Professor for George Mason University, and High School Teacher, he often introduced me to many things to which I would otherwise not have been exposed;
Allen Ginsberg, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Galway Kinnell;
Motorcycles, .45 Colts, Pig Roasts, and Magic Mushrooms;
Torque Wrenches, and Loc-Tite, which led inevitably to Easy-Outs, and Taps and Dies
.
But most of all he introduced me to the true meaning of life: everlasting friendship, and love.
Rest in Peace, Big Bro. You'll be forever in my Heart.
-3 Chords, is all you probably know.
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Check my entry from puresauciness for directions and such its at 8pm in richmond if ya wanna come.
forgot to add if you wanna ride down with me and puresuciness gimmie a call before 5pm tonight 571-239-7551 my names Aimee btw.
[Edited on Jun 12, 2004 5:52AM]