Moments like these never last

No matter how hard I try, I can't quite wrap my brain around losing Dash this week.

I remember meeting him back when he was writing Sace. We had met through some friends and spent the night partying at Avenue C, somehow we wound up on Clinton street and we watched the sunrise on a rooftop... One night we were out and he went through like 15 packs of polaroid at the Hole, he was taking pictures of everything he fuckin saw. He had a great energy to him, and although I couldn't keep up with him as much as I'd have liked to, and by the time he died I'd only seen him maybe a couple times in months, it felt good knowing he was out there, somewhere... and I knew that if I'd run into him and he'd always give me a big hug and a smile.

In hindsight, he was a monumental figure to so many kids at a time when everyone was starving for inspiration. He was a fixture in our city, one part muse, one part bad influence and the rest was a mystery to me... Dash was someone who I couldn't possibly try and understand, and when I think of the shit that led him to where he is now, it makes my head hurt... All the drugs, all the chaos and crazy stories he had... Drugs have done a lot more bad than good to my friends. It makes me think and hope that somehow we don't lose any more people like him, if there ever is another like him.

Dash,
You may not have realized how important you were to so many people. you left behind a city, a lot of friends, and a family that will miss you. I know I will...

RIP Sace