I just came across a “encounter with Keith” stories on someone's blog…
We go to the wake. One part pierced, tattooed freakly looking people, one part cugini. Ryan sees his ex... its pretty fuckin' sad- here is this guy who apparently was full of life and he's fuckin there- in a box with a baseball cap on and a popped collar- and he's fuckin' dead. A few weeks ago she was asking Ryan about areas of Brooklyn for them to look at houses in off craigslist- and now is is nothing more than a make-shift collage and a flower arrangement shaped like an electric guitar.
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It's sort of odd reading about how a stranger perceives someone from their wake alone…
Always learning!
- My friend
- Death of an inspiration
- Keith Alexander, in Memoriam
- Brooklyn's finest son
- Sad to see you go so young
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