Wamdue Kids...yeah, I remember your shows at Velvet. MJQ was the place for people to go once Velvet shut down. Someone should probably ask Abe from Floraline about his insights regarding MJQ.
It's too late. Everything is too late. Warren is a showman and he gave people what they wanted. What they wanted was an authentic rock star and that meant playing the part. He looked to his heroes and found the common denominator. Sure it's shallow and vapid, but trying to fit in has been pursued in worse ways. The Khmer Rouge comes to mind. He wanted to be wanted, and heroin makes it easy to get along with others. Running off from small town Georgia to make a name for himself in the big city—it took a lot of courage to take that risk. But courage is an inconstant thing and can need a little help to get by during the dry spells. He thought he had to bleed to be a good artist and what better way to hit rock bottom? Sometimes you have to die a little in order to move people. Signify it as the natural human desire to please others.
Rachel San Inocencio understood that just as well as he. I didn't know her, but I know the urge that made her say sure, okay, why not? Cute boy, fun night, the big H. This was the experience to give her the experience to say no thanks. So it goes with anyone, people tend to be romantic about the wrong things. The stupid Pulp Fiction induced moment that had him inject her with cocaine is extremely troubling to me. But if her portion was enough to overdose, imagine how much his vision was swimming? Needless to say, he was trying to help her, not hurt her. It was an accident. I wish I had known him well enough for him to call me or someone else, as I'm sure many of his and Rachel's friends are thinking. I have bad thoughts about the guy who brought the coke and advice. And probably took the earrings as payment.
I certainly don't forgive Warren for what he did, anymore than I would forgive a drunk that runs over a toddler while fiddling with the radio. Or a sober person for that matter. He's not innocent. But 20 years? Even 5 years. I've heard this Atlanta story many times before, but the bad guys always just walk away and keep their mouths shut. He's losing everything at this point.
Michael—I was only a peripheral friend, but Warren mentioned you once with great admiration and respect. I don't need to tell you that he loves you like a brother. He's going to need you.
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