After my father survived a heart attack and is now back at work, the reaper decided to claim somebody else in my family by heart attack. A cousin of mine from my parents' generation named Scott was recently found dead. He was someone I was starting to look up to since he was an artist. He enjoyed making abstract expressionist artwork and his art is pretty good. I even kept one framed in the living room. It was a tribute to the rock band Kiss. I even did a college paper about him. I've known him for over a year now and now he's gone.
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I am sick, and in so being I am the healthy one.
If my darkness or eccentricity offends you, I don't really care.
I will not apologize for being me.
There is no such thing as perfect. We are beautiful as we are. With all our imperfections, we can do anything.
18 Oct 2015, 2:00 pm
