A Whitechaplain is dead, and the whole world is emptier for it, even though most don’t know it.
I know this won’t mean much to most of you guys. The long and short of it is, a friend from the first place on the internet I ever felt at home has died recently. I’m not sure what the official C of D will be listed as, but it was heroin addiction that killed him. Addiction and a bastard world that didn’t deserve him, and rarely appreciated him.
A friend of his says that this song was among his favorites.
So, here’s to you, Flecky. To borrow a phrase from Dr. Thompson, he was one of God’s own prototypes. Too weird to live, too rare to die. Sleep well, man.
My activity there has mostly been in a Read Only state this year but that forum still is a very important part of my personal and creative life. Every single time I read Flecky’s Open Mic posts I knew I was reading the thoughts of a guy much stronger than I was who had gone through much more than I had. He didn’t make it seem easy, but he made it seem possible.