Like everyone else on the planet, I was saddened to hear of Mr. David Bowie’s demise. I actually let out a little gasp when I heard.
While he is a celebrity and I don’t mourn the loss of celebrities the way that I mourn the loss of, say, the love of my life, his presence definitely impacted me. The universe is approximately 1.245% less cool this morning than it was yesterday.
From a letter I wrote to him in 2013: “I can’t imagine a world without you and I really don’t want to.” Thank you for your contributions to the world, particularly to mine, Mr. Bowie.
Hello, Mr. Bowie. Or should I call you David? You seem like a David to me, not a Dave and certainly not a Davy. I’m glad you changed your name from David Jones since you should definitely not be confused with this guy:
The other David Jones.
Image from wiki.
Not that Davy Jones isn’t cool. I absolutely loved The Monkees show reruns when I was little, but Peter was my favorite. Anyway, you know what I mean.
I just wanted to take the time and write you a fan letter. I’ve never actually written a fan letter before, at least not since I grew into double digits, so bear with me.
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