Pretty in Pink

Basically, one of the best intros ever. Enjoy, if you've got the time.


Unrelated:
One of the (semi-unsavory) characters from my family's past has passed away. Well, he left more than 9 months ago, at this point, but because he had dropped so far off the map we are only now finding out. When my mom told me over the phone, i felt like i had been socked in the gut. Frankly, i was surprised at how much i cared; she said she was surprised at how little she cared... it's interesting how people get under your skin and you don't even know it. i would find myself thinking about him from time to time and wishing him the best, even though i had absolutely no reason to: he stole from us and was generally a decrepit miscreant. i just didn't want him to fall through the cracks, although i'm fairly certain that that's what ultimately happened. Last i had heard, he had relapsed (heroin) after rehab, and had been stabbed and was convalescing in a wheelchair. That was years ago. Whenever i drove by the shitty apartment building he purportedly lived in on Sacramento, i would keep my eyes fixed on it for as long as i could, craning my head the other direction as whatever vehicle i was in drove on impassively; hoping, perhaps, for the tiniest glimpse of his dark-circled eyes, his dark ratty hair. it never happened.

Well, here's to you, Nick. i missed you, after all. Who knew.