He was Karr inworld, I knew him as Simon. I met him July 07 and he was like an annoying little brother. He taught me how to photomanip in PS. We were firm friends for 2 1/2 years, even though I mostly got too busy in the last 6 months to spend quality time with him. He loved Justice madly for a year, and she loved him back. He was emo and stubborn and funny and stupidly talented, and I will miss him. He got on my last nerve, but was the first to hold my hand when I cried. He was just starting to get his shit together, which makes this all the harder. He passed away on the 30th Dec 2009 aged 25, his funeral is next week and I will be making the 3 hour trip to pay my respects to the man that touched my life in ways I still cant quantify. Below is my favorite piece from his Flickr. My world just got a wee bit darker, I hope you’ll find peace now Simon <3456
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life . . . But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons.