So a full year has passed since Lou passed and, in a way, I'm still trying to figure out what all this means.
Because so much of the man that I am I owe to Lou. Certainly, I am my father's son, but in another way, I am also Lou's. Ever since that fateful day that I heard
Black Angel's Death Song, my path has taken the turns that it has.
From my father I learned all about the social graces.
From Lou I learned to roll in the gutter.
From my father I learned about the beauty of the high arts.
From Lou I learned about the inspiration of the low.
From my father I learned about how to tie a tie.
From Lou I learned how to sneer.
Since I discovered Lou, my life has been a journey through the world holding up a mirror to itself.
Lou's been gone for a full year now. During that time, things have been wonderful for me in almost every aspect of my life.
And yet there's been something off kilter too
with the absence of Lou.
And I'm still trying to figure that out.
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