I remember discovering you. It was junior year of college and my friend Kiran and I bonded hard core over your obsession with the NBA, pop culture and good music. Those were back in the days when you’d write columns at least once every week and a half, with mailbags peppered in to keep things interesting. Before you, to use your own phrase, began mailing it in, by not mailing anything in, but instead just talking on the fucking phone everyday for an hour like a teenage girl with a crush on themselves.
It’s over man, I’m sorry.








RIP Dennis Hopper
looks like owen wilson
you were a cool dude.
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