Doug grabbed my ass at your funeral. Although it’s generous to call it a funeral or even a memorial. It was just a sad gathering in a dirty dive on Mission street. We taped photos of you to the sticky walls with masking tape, half of them fell down before the night was over. Versions of you stuck to the bar floor, trampled on, picked up, tucked away in people’s pockets. Everyone clutching a different memory of you.
The Mess of You
The Mess of You
The Mess of You
Doug grabbed my ass at your funeral. Although it’s generous to call it a funeral or even a memorial. It was just a sad gathering in a dirty dive on Mission street. We taped photos of you to the sticky walls with masking tape, half of them fell down before the night was over. Versions of you stuck to the bar floor, trampled on, picked up, tucked away in people’s pockets. Everyone clutching a different memory of you.