...I'm lonely.
Oh, good morning, Michael! It's wonderful to hear your voice nudging me from my slumber.
I've always loved your voice. Isn't that strange? No, not that I'm such a fan, but that all my favorite male vocalists are dead. You, Freddie Mercury, Jeff Buckley... and it's difficult because I can never again expect to hear new material from any of you. I have to live with what I have.
And I can never see you perform live again. God that was a great show back in '93. You and the rest of the guys were on top of your game. I still have that guitar pick from Kirk Pengilly and I remember you reaching out and slapping five with me a few times from the stage.
I never mentioned that I was thinking about you the other day. The trip I took with some friends to New Orleans in 1997. It was the morning of our last day and we turned on MTV News only to hear that your body was found dead in a hotel as a result of hanging. It hit us all hard. Me, Mike, Jesse, that fourth guy whose name I don't remember. We were all affected. We were all fans. Are all still fans.
I miss ya, Hutch.
But at least we have those occasional mornings when you wake me up via the alarm clock. We will always have those, won't we?
Wait...
WHAT THE HELL???
WHY ARE YOU WAKING ME UP??? I'VE GOT MY ALARM SET TO WAKE ME UP WITH A BEEP! KATIE USES THE RADIO FOR HER ALARM, WHICH IS SET... OH CHRIST... TWO AND A QUARTER HOURS AFTER I NEED TO WAKE UP! I'M SUPPOSED TO ALREADY BE ON THE ROAD BY NOW!!!
SHIT!
