And When I Die...

I know that's kind of a morbid way to start an entry. But the few days after Dilla brought another death, a dude by the name of Harold Hunter, who many of you would recognize from the film KIDS. More of a skater and fixture in New York than an actor, dude battled a bunch of demons and died young of a cocaine overdose. It's a shame when anyone passes young, and I know this happens daily, all over the world, to people who I've never heard of. But something caught me specifically about this situation:



Notice the open bar. Now, say what you will about an open bar to raise money for the funeral of a man who overdosed. Yes, it's ironic. And possibly sad, depending. However, thinking about this, I would like an open bar at my funeral...and either a dj or a live band laying down some incredibly funky shit. I don't plan to die for at least 100 years...but I like to plan in advance. I feel if everyone could just have a good time and reflect, instead of wallowing, maybe even my funeral would have done something positive...and isn't that what life is all about? So tonight, crack one open for all your people, alive and dead, and just reflect for a sec about what life is all about. Take it sleazy.
- Justin