May 19, 2013. We lost another one. It’s known to us that our lives may be taken at any given moment, but because we don’t encounter deaths close to us on a constant basis, it tends to grab us by surprise when it happens. And when it happens, some of us ignore it, some of us cry, some of us disappear.. I don’t know about every one else, but I can tell you that I don’t know how to react except by actually noticing life around me and showing people more love and care. I become more cautious, more aware. I begin to scare. But I’ve learned after losing so many lives, (whether you want to call them wonderful or useless) no one can be judged after death, and for that reason alone we should learn to stray away from judging during life. Never take someone for granted, no matter who they are. Treat others with love. If not love, than kindness, and if not kindness, than patience. Learn to accept people for who they are, not by their actions or their clothes.
Adrian Sanchez, I don’t know where you are because I don’t know what comes after death. But I can only hope that you’re enjoying the after-life. I know I didn’t know you too personally, but we did cross paths a few times and you were such a sweetheart. Rest in peace.
“I got this in 1979 and it has a lot of miles on it—some motorcycle miles, and it was my regular outerwear during the days when New York streets could be risky. It probably saved my life when I resisted a two perp mugging at knifepoint on Avenue D. (Or maybe it was the Sacred Heart of Jesus pinned inside it over my heart.) Some guys wore tagged leather jackets back then. One day I asked my friend Jean-Michel Basquiat to draw one of his crowns on the back of mine. Jean was so into kingship he smoked Chesterfield Kings. My friend George DuBose had nicknamed me Leroy because he said I acted like a king. This jacket made me feel even more like one.” - Glenn O’Brien