Goodbye Michael

We first met on the greatness that was LiveJournal. He was feralboy, and lord knows what the fuck we initially bonded over. Queercore? Zines? General weirdness?

Anyhow, in 2003 or 2004 onto LA he moved. Lots of moshing at MJs, Akbar and Bricktops ensued, lots of drunken nonsense, introducing Tyson and Catherine, watching them get married and spawn. He told me early on that he only planned to be here for only 5 years, but LA does get its hold on you.

Next thing you know 12 years passed and there we were, a day before New Year’s Eve at Damon’s Steakhouse in Glendale. He’s off to tramp it up in other environs. I hate him.

Of course the night ended with Scrabble which I won. Catherine did not appreciate this too much.