Memories of the times we shared are constantly flooding back. The time I locked us out of my house and he scaled the side like a bastard monkey and miraculous squeezed his broad shoulders through an impossibly small window. The time he drove down solo to surprise me at the Cursed and Career Suicide show. All the nights we talked until the sun came up. The shows at BLR. The Anagram house shows. Breakfest at Sneaky's. When he walked into my backyard and marveled at all the grapes I had and instantly told me that I had to make my own wine and gave me step by step instructions. His poster art shows. Going to Ted's. Talking about my mom's imminent death and how we would want people to react if we were to pass. And how that is now coming true. Running in to him at shows constantly. Getting shitfaced at the Velvet Elvis the rare time I came to the Shwa. The short but hilarious emails that were exchanged. He once told me that it was always good to see me because it was always a good time when I was around, but the funny thing was I always said the same about him...
All that is over. However those memories will never be forgotten.
I stood in the line of people dressed in black. I accepted the rose a priest was giving to us and I laid that rose upon your coffin. I couldn't stop the hot tears pouring down my face even if I wanted too. My heart was literally broken.
He was so fucking beautiful on the inside and out and I'm glad that you were apart of my life.
I poured some PBR on the ground for you and tossed a pair of black chucks on a telephone wire in your honour.
Good-bye Michal Majewski.
You are forever close to my heart.
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