JUNE 28TH – Birthday of Stu Wirths, some of ya might Remember…
Just a friendly reminder since maybe yer memory is almost as shot out
as mine.
It’s better to be early than too late
to say
I Remember…
I Ain’t Good with Dates… but it seems when June rolls around with the weeping willows hanging softly down, there is always a reminder on the winds… My lil’ brother, my strange hero, a misunderstood Prince,
a troubled son, dog lover, good looker, and clever rascal, shux*
His Ashes sit on my desk in an Antique snuff tin bound by tape and hair-band,
I don’t think a day goes by when I don’t think of him and wish him here with me, in the left-over cold war rains, in the pit of a Kills show, at the bar drinking another cold glass of piss away under the midnights…
I miss our Madmax motorcycle mayhem…
I miss his heart learning…
I miss his broken mold beautiful face
I miss his Marv laughter
I miss his dog, Cain
My eyes have aged coughing up tears…
I don’t know why I do it, coz i know he’s never coming back…
It’s a hard stone to swallow living the earth without him on it
for Infinity…
You get use to somebody always being your other half
and yes, even Immortals do die…
as the shit rich groove on…
It nearly Guts the Heart…
Rolling just to keep On Rolling…
Outlaw boy
Outlaw spirit
Nature boy
androgynous sweetheart, so much more than a metalhead…
a skateboard wolf
a squating soul’caster
my fearless little one…
the brother i couldn’t save..

My baby boy Outlaw
Stu
I love and Miss You…
This is June…
and I don’t have to ever Understand… ever, Hoss.

When you have no one, no one can hurt you…

Thank You for your friendship and hugs and looking out for my sorry ass…

I miss you Always and as I sit here in Berlin with your Ashes in my hand…

Thank You for Breaking My heart..

Yes, I bought Him that T-Shirt 2 Weeks before he died..