The Pav

2007-09-06 04:51 AM | 0 comments

Man. I can’t even begin to fully explain how upset I am that my homie is dead. You didn’t know we were homies, did you? That shit is surprising, I know. But it’s true. I have loved him since I was little. I don’t know what it is, but his voice gives me goosebumps. I remember hearing him on my grandma’s old ass stereo when I was just a little sprout.

I know I’m about to tell you just how Italian I am, but I don’t care. I like what I like. I guess it reminds me of being a kid, in my grandma and grandpas house. My grandma would cook all kinds of delicious Italian food and I would sit at the table and get punked on by my grandpa. He could make things disappear and reappear. It was fun, though.

I think, too, that I’m sad because It reminds me that my Grandma and Great Grandma are probably going to die soon. Shitty.

“The better voice doesn’t mean being a better singer.”
- Luciano Pavarotti (1935-2007)