tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83863502011-12-13T19:57:54.785-08:00Jaynoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386350.post-69533440427190170072010-05-21T11:59:00.000-07:002010-05-21T12:01:37.557-07:00dear anthony kiedis,<br />i've only got ten minutes so i'll make this quick.<br /><br />my old violin teacher died. i found out a couple of weeks ago, but i didn't know what to say, really. i still don't.<br /><br />they found his body four days after, because of the smell.<br /><br />he taught me for free when i was in high school. he had missing teeth, he was bald. he wore the same cheesy retired-in-florida mafioso shirt every week. he had very young hands and a very loud laugh.<br /><br />the funny thing about him was he could never tell when i'd been practicing or not. actually, whenever i practiced i would sound like crap, whenever i didn't practice i sounded great.<br /><br />i know. i can't wrap my mind around it either.<br /><br />it's not right when people live alone, die alone, and are only remembered because their smell is inconvenient.<br /><br />someone sent me a friendster message that said he had met you once, and you showed him your surgical scar.<br /><br />maybe someday you can show me,<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8386350-6953344042719017007?l=kbearnaked.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jaynoreply@blogger.com0