RIP Keith Connor (White Man / TVC_15)

[Forgotten Ancient]

I remember back in 2003 I had to beg him not to buy me an iPod.  He sensed I was in a low place and he must've been flush with cash and he just wanted to help me.  I wish I hadn't resisted so hard because I would now have a Gen 1 iPod in a sock drawer somewhere to remind me of him.  But I am reminded of him every time I type something out and wonder if it's even functionally literate in his eyes. He was a great writer and a great author, even of his own life.  I'm sad that maybe he looked a little too deeply and too often into himself.  

I can't believe how young he was.  He always seemed like an older, educated, wise and funny type.  Like a cool version of Ernest Hemingway who didn't smack of effort.  

There is that quote by Hunter S. Thompson, "There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die."

That doesn't barely cover the White Man I knew.  He wasn't a mutant and he was a kind man. He was smart, witty, capable and loving. The world can be a burden for a person who cares that much.

Beautiful memory and post.

I wish he could read it.  

I remember White Man reaching out to me about 17-18 years ago when my cousin came out of the closet after a suicide attempt.  I can't remember if it was the old bore or Neogaf or one of the smaller splinter forums where I had posted about it.  He wrote me in a way that belied his online persona and was really sweet.  And somehow, hilarious too.

I remember feeling nervous responding... I was and am a relative nobody around here.
It meant a lot that he took time out for me.