Previous ||| Next
Goodbye Charlie Brown
Since this is pretty much turning into "Gay Week" on Acerbia this slots in nicely.
I have, to my recollection, only ever cried upon hearing about the death of a celebrity twice in my life. The most recent case was very late one Saturday night when Pix told me that Charles Schultz had died. I went over to her PC sat down and read the article and after a short pause and a single utterance of "shit" began crying.
New Millenium Man: Now with genuine emotional responses. Weapons sold seperately.
Yes, the thought of Charles Schultz dead and no more Snoopy... no more loser-boy Charlie Brown, no more flake Linus or egomaniacal Lucy... no more Woodstock and his "iiiiiiIIiiIiIIi" language. But thats not the gay part.
Way back in the early Nineties when The Real World was actually fresh and interesting and enjoyable to watch, before the dark times, before the Real-life-TV-drama-fly-on-wall-soapumentary epidemic of the late Nineties, back when MTV was 90% music videos and 10% scheduled programming... well, the San Francisco Real World was always my favorite. I identified with Judd Winnick.
Last night I read his book "Pedro and Me" (which should really be "Pedro and I") and I remembered hearing about Pedro Zamora dying because I pretty much spent all my spare time watching MTV or at least having it on in the background. (spoiled kid with TV and cable in his bedroom)
That was the first time I cried over someone I never knew. The book brought it all back to me.
I miss Charlie Brown.
Apr.25.2002