last night: i was on my way to flea market to meet helen and some friends. i got a phone call with the news that an old friend had been killed. katie was hit from behind on a southern california freeway.
i haven't been in close contact with her for a while, but katie and marisa put me up, both on my first visit to the city with the intent of living here, and the for the first six weeks until i found my own place to live. i owe a little piece of my life to her.
maybe a sinister memory, but i like it: after a long night of drinking, about four in the morning, katie decided we needed something more. so we went off to avenue d. on the way, at an atm, we sort of collided with a group of four hipsters. excited about our adventure to the former alphabet city, she invited them all along, and they came. we were such a crowd, tho, that when we got to the dealer's place, he got really agitated about all the people, and wouldn't serve us.
she's really only the second person i know who's died. yesterday it went from person to people.
also: my father, who i never knew, was killed on a southern california freeway. he was hit head on, tho.
oh god that's awful, i'm so sorry to hear it. even when distant friends die i think you still lose a small part of yourself.
i'm so sorry, matthew, that's so horrible.
fucking southern california freeways. one almost got me once, too.