to be honest, i still am not entirely sure what to write. i wish i could write something deep and moving to do the whole situation enough justice...

it was only a couple of months ago that i was at the mountain bar in chinatown where i started talking with the guy who happened to be sitting next to my left and found myself deeply engrossed in a great conversation with him.

meeting max made me proud to be a trojan because in high school i envisioned eventually meeting individuals just like him once i got to college. he was intelligent, determined, friendly, and most importantly respectable.

another time i ran into him after the howard schultz banquet as i was walking back to my car. although i stopped only to say hi i ended up spending the next hour or so discussing business opportunities in china with him. you see thats what was so great about him, you always ended up wanting to talk to him even more. never was there a moment that i would nod my head to feign interest as i stared off into space. he could discuss ideas and that is a sign of a quality person.

you see, thats how i remember him. max was the guy who loved language and culture. he loved to go out, party, and meet new people. i just cant understand how something like this could possibly happen to him. i wonder how he must have felt, what he must have been thinking at that last moment. how surreal and disgusting of a world we live in where something this tragic could happen to somebody so distinguished. i guess thats what makes it a tragedy.

there is a memorial that has been set up for him this saturday (april 10th) at 10:30am in the fishbowl chapel. the fishbowl chapel is in the university religious life center which is right next to the health center.

i just have such a difficult time comprehending how this could possibly have happened to him.
i wish you had the opportunity to have met him and you would know just what i am trying to express right now.

such an engaging character...an affable personality...murdered?
i wish i knew who it was. the fucking thief who stole something so valuable right from underneath our very own noses.
i wish i could stare into his eyes and humanity to see the foulness that devours him from within.

but enough of that, this entry is for max.

max, bro may you rest in peace for eternity. i'm sorry that we never got to go out as much as we said we would. i never imagined that something like this would ever happen to you. i hope that you're up there with all the good people of the world...learning their languages...fulfilling your passion in a much better place. you will be mourned and missed by all of us who were fortunate enough to be graced by your good nature.

for now we'll say good bye
but we know its not for the last time


rest in peace max.
i'll miss you bro.

i noticed her on my trip to helsinki.
she sat across from me on my train as we rode through the countryside.
everything about her seemed to lure me into an unexplainable trance.
she had the eyes of a predator; deep, dark, an emerald green the ultimate
compliment to her seductive gothic black hair.

her lips glimmered as they basked in rays of sunlight that penetrated through the thick forest of trees on
the side of the roads.

i watched her porcelain perfect hands, as her slender fingers carressed the edges of an old manuscript
held in her lap.

for an hour i became lost in everything that she encompassed.
taking breaks only to sip scotch,
obsessed with wondering what making love to her would do to me.