This must have been between 1998-1999. The first thing that comes to mind is Nick Galvas. I met him when I was 15. He started a band called Wingdilly. It was my first taste of punk rock music sang by a beautiful, complex and angsty boy. He died of a heroin overdose a few years after this was taken.
These are all things, the moments that mold who you are. A thank you to Manjari Doxey for posting this.
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I really miss him, too. I thought about him this weekend on a road trip--shared memories of someone close to me in my past with someone close to me presently. I googled him and found your blog.
When he left, something special and irreplaceable left with him. I knew him as a young boy, who wore a baseball hat and learned guitar in the back of a school bus. He had passion and genius even as a kid. We all missed out that night.
But we were blessed to know him.
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