Where earth and sky meet

I only met you once. You were all easy smiles and infectious laughter, you were really there, in the moment, up on the stage, you gave everything and you just loved every second of it.

You represented everything I love about music; the hard work and dedication, the joy, the emotion, the appreciation.

And you genuinely cared. Even months after that show you still remembered all that we talked about, you asked about our projects, our little lives that so briefly intertwined with yours.

I hate that I only met you once. I hate that we did not talk more often. I hate that I did not get around teaching you all the Hungarian swearwords, that I did not get to see you perform with your own band. I hate that now I never will.

At twenty-nine you have more of a legacy than most people I know will have at eighty-eight.

I will never forget you Simon. Rest in peace. 

Death happens to all those around you

I was trying to figure out what to say, but there are no words really.

Because when someone dies at the age of twenty-fucking-nine there is really not all that much to say.

It was a privilege to meet you, to talk to you, to laugh with you. I'll never ever forget you. 

I hope you find peace Simon. 

Mind=blown

The human mind is the greatest sex toy ever.

Yeah, my night is ruined.

Wait what

If you, dear reader, speak my lovely mother tongue - Hungarian that is - kindly get yo ass over here. My other blog. That from now on I shall continue. And I'll write here too. I'm that awesome and interesting.