Its been exactly 28 days since Natasha died, yesterday a well respected member of the "industry" as they call it, or the club scene as everyone else calls it died. He too was 21, I didn't know him very well, only met him a handful of times, but even if you met him you had heard about him. He was a DJ, he made music, ran clubs, like Gotham and did a bunch of amazing things especially amazing considering how young he was. Whenever someone dies there are occasionally those people who feel a need to talk shit, I pity those people. They are so afraid of themselves that they have to shit talk about someone who can't even defend themselves anymore. There is so much more to life then being concerned about the affairs of others, they should also realize this fact.
Its scary when someone so young dies, and I know his friends are hurting, I was there every second for my friends when Kristin died its the most terrible thing to watch. The moment of burying your friend, watching them get lowered into the ground, there is no word that can describe it. It is tragic. The only thing we can do is keep them in our memories, they will live forever in our hearts, but its our duty to keep their memory alive.
Every time this happens it makes me think how precious life is. I can't believe I ever took it for granted. I can't believe I wake up in the morning not wanting to get up. I'm wasting the days I have. I'm fucking up and in the words of Rowdy "stop fucking up!" He is right, its as simple as that, its a mentality. Life is fleeting and you never know when its going to get cut short.
bless all those angels Kristin Barton, Natasha Zahara, and Raul Alianza, your lives were cut way too short, you are missed everyday.
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