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Your Memory Here: #55
Our first contact was a good natured pre-demo photo I don't know his name. We we're crashing @ the same pad. Our second contact was no meeting either. My unconscious body broke his fall. At a demo turned sour, we became fast friends. A bond forged in a war. Some understand what that is - too many too often. A fight to the death. I never knew him before he was sick. We were comrades. Why did this have to mean making a code to get him to the bathroom if necessary. Perserving against a corrupt system. That's not helping . The day I met him completely changed my life. I am only now coming to grips with this significant thing. We are all too young to be so familiar w/death. Jay we saw each other too little. You fought so valiantly on this plane. Your art communicated so much you were a light in our lives & many here & no other planes watched over you - now you can be our guardian angel. I love you.