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April 29, 2005
Death of A Playwright
I remember his kind, encouraging words to me when I was feeling inappropriate writing a script for a bunch of spoilt, elitist brats. I remember talking to him and not feeling so much of a freak. I remember thinking of him like a grandfather I never had.
Dear Krishen,
I don't know if you had a good life, but you sure did leave a good impression for me. I've developed a latent respect for you since I was 15. Rest in peace.
Posted by lainey at April 29, 2005 09:13 AM