David Bowie released his final album in his final hours and then boarded his flight home. Now what?
On a foggy morning in February of 1985, I snuck into the Stockdale 6 Cinema in Bakersfield, California with my sister to watch The Breakfast Club.
Before the opening credits, this card:
And that was it. I knew someone, somewhere had written something just for me. And my life, the way I thought about words and people and music and art and whatever else we do that keeps us from not just pulling over on the side of the road and sticking our thumb out; or whatever drives us to do that…began.
David Bowie died yesterday at the age of 69. Not nearly enough time for an immortal. The thing about Bowie is those who believed in him, and I am one, believed in him wildly and…
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