It’s been more than five years since Elliott Smith stabbed himself in the heart and almost twelve since Jeff Buckley wandered into the Wolf River and drowned. It’s kind of messed up how angry I still get about their deaths. I no longer feel this kind of rage when I think about people I know who have passed away; the anger has faded, and I simply remember how much I loved them and how much I enjoyed the time we spent together. I guess maybe this is natural, but it still makes me feel bad sometimes, like I should be as outraged about my loved one’s deaths as the deaths of celebrities I’ve never met.
“ In hockey, a fight can change the course of the game. ”
John Ferguson, the enforcer - I’m pretty sure this isn’t verbatim, but it definitely sums up Flyers-Pens so far :)
“ My family was between homes and living in a Holiday Inn in Kingston, N.Y., in 1973, when we heard the Globetrotters would be staying there too. Being a seven-year-old then, I was very excited. My parents warned me that the players would probably be tired and not to bother them. Ha! I made posters and went to meet the bus when it pulled up. They brought me onboard and gave me tickets to their game, and at the game they pulled me out of the stands to be their ball boy. They gave me a memory to last a lifetime. ”
Richard Green, Orange City, Fla.
omg i want a puppy. :(
