I just have to hoist a virtual 'Bo in honor of our man Gus, who, as far as we know, *didn't* die on a fucking Stairmaster, but did survive a fucking monkey bite, and hung in with us despite being a product of a different era. And because the Bitches probably think I'm a mental patient posting "He was as big a pain in the ass as the rest of us," at such a moment, but I meant it fondly, much as Jay Landsman must have, and those of you here in cable Hamsterdam probably understand that sort of thing better than most.

and those of you here in cable Hamsterdam probably understand that sort of thing better than most

And god knows Gus would have.

I think he would have appreciated it. I hope I didn't wig out his lady friend too badly. We probably seem odd enough without that.But at least I didn't lead off with "special kind of asshole". I only hope that my Wire chatter really did enliven some of that time in the hospital that he was kind enough to minimize, that I'd have little idea of the seriousness of the thing, and therefore not feel like an idiot chattering fannishly about the redemption of ol' Bushy Top and related things. Maybe it was a relief to have a few people*not* ask "How you feeling?" If that's so, then some of the creative block I had earlier this year served some purpose, because I had time for that.

Nah - she loved Gus, so I have every confidence she'd get that he'd appreciate it.

Well, people don't always get me, with Jay Landsman being my co-pilot and all. But that's probably so.ETA: I'll stop short of sending the projects in flowers to Madison, though. Good plan?

I'm also sad that I didn't get to watch Brotherhood in time to talk about it with him, either(It's in fact still in my queue.) Could this be like the fruit punch speech? Except butch, with more crime. He'll never eat*tight* McNuggets again. Dag. Never have to carry a toothbrush in case he gets arrested. None of that. (I'm so happy to post with three other people that might get where I was going with that.)

Oh, erika. I'm not a Wirehead (yet), but I know Gus is laughing at every little trubute you're making to him, and he'd get it.

I'm all fucked up too, bunk.

Didn't need to be said twice.

Of course, if I were police, I might consider the greatest tribute spreading the rumor that he went, uh, in the saddle. America's finest being kind of gross like that. But, being that I'm a heathen from way back without much organized to lean on at such times, the fruit punch speech has expressed a lot of my confusion and doubt. So that is the Western District fruit punch speech.And then there was when D'Angelo died and his boys chipped in to send him a floral housing project, which was just the most horrifying thing you could imagine, but it was kind of cool at the same time, because the actual building had been imploded, and they all grew up there.

Once I got started, couldn't stop The West Baltimore Fruit punch speech: [link]