In loving memory -- Joybubbles -- please forgive me

I would like to send my condolences out to the blind but inwardly beautiful JoyBubbels as well as all his wife, children, friends, family, comrades, compatriots, co-conspirators, fellow phone-phreaks, and anyone who shared my knowing of him as intimately and deeply as I did.

Feeling like I do is like a horse kicking you during a milking. My soul and heart ache miserably looking for the all emotion that the horse kicked out of you. Like a popped, deflated balloon, my heart sank and sank again.

Not just heart and soul and innards, but also JBs admirers and their own admirers them from afar. I think I should know what its like to have a 172 IQ and nothing to show for it.

Joy Bubbels made dreams possible for many an independent minded soul and saved incalculable billions for those who needed it most. The unfortunate few who had no treasure-able chest.

I was one of the lucky few whose unreliable eyes he truly trusted, so much so that I am genuinely in deepest gratitude for his trust and any inheritance

He always emphasized the importance of having Mentos in your pocket in case you get pulled over. He literally taught me how to drive. And gave the wise advice, "the rest is up to you, kid."

I felt like a halter-boy in an Al Pacino movie, without Al Pacino or a budget. The point being, JBs effervescent bubbly joy made all the difference to my wide innocent and still bloodshot eyes still reddened from all the crying and remorsing.

It was me. If anyone wore the sunglasses in our "friendship," it was me. And the corrective lenses too. Through 20/12 hindsight, I should have known that Bubbles was giving me far more insight than than I ever could have bargained for.

Following Bubbleses' slutless and shame-free example, please contact me if you find yourselves as unconsolably aggrieved as anyone else in my situation would understandably be.

Joy be to Bubbles, Michael Jackson, and PLEASE keep fighting the fight to avoid the blind spots your life and in your rear view mirrors and in the viewfinders of your stupid zoom lenses. Without JB, the only ones I can trust are the sightseers, the magicians, the fortunetellers, and the FUCKING DWEEBS NERDS AND LIBRARIANS.

Remember, I'm just a friendly phone call away. And if you can't remember, the number, just whistle!

God Bless, peace and love always.

Thank You, HELP FIGHT ROAD RAGE and above all DONT STOP BELIEVEN.