A NOTE OF THANKS TO YOU – From Ming

Posted by gina on Dec 31, 2011 in Other News | 3 comments

Well it’s here: the new year is upon us.

Before I get carried away with all the ranting and raving that is me, I just wanted to say thanks to YOU.

Thanks for staying with us after three years in hell.

Thanks so much for giving what you have. It’s made all the difference. More than you will ever know.

Thanks for sending your messages of hope, prayers and love-trust me when I say it helps to get through the days.

Thanks for not giving up on my brother. Just when I think I got it all figured out that the human race is lost beyond saving, light shines through the darkness and I am forced to accept that at their core, most people are good and want nothing to do but live and let live.

Thank you.

Because of the funds that have been raised by YOU, we are in a position to hire someone part time to oversee Chi’s care(this is something we’ve been dying to do since he got to jersey). It truly amazes me(as I have been handed the torch from Gina regarding merchandise sales and donations)how good people are. It’s suprises me honestly, that people around the world give, for this one good man. We get donations from 60cents to 200bucks. Every penny helps. I miss my best friend, just like you do.

I was listening to some of his spoken words stuff(recorded live in Holland)and man I miss my boy. Funny, sharp, humble and loving beyond words. It’s good for me to hear his voice, even it’s just a recording. For months after the accident I would call his cell phone just to hear him say “Hey it’s Chi, leave a message.” And I would. If for no other reason than to get what I had to say out I suppose.

So I was checking out the video compilation of ya’ll leaving messages for Chi. I can’t lie: that shit had me choked up. Seriously, I’m getting old and soft. But I feel okay about it somehow. Sometimes it feels good to have any emotions if you’ve been stoned by life. But this is a new year and I have a good feeling for my brother, and hell even myself. Hope: it’s what you got when ya ain’t got shit to lose. Maybe Obama shoul sell hope this run around as opposed to change. It’s definitely more feasible.

On a totally unrelated note, I saw the funniest bumper sticker the other day. In bold print it said DISCOURAGE INBREEDING and to the right of that it said BAN COUNTRY MUSIC. Funny eh?

11:20 pm/12.31.2011 THIS JUST IN: do you know how I just found out I really am gay? I’M FUCKING WATCHING COLDPLAY ON AUSTIN CITY LIMITS AS THE LAST MINUTES OF 2011 ARE TICKING AWAY. I’ll be honest: it ain’t the worst shit I’ve ever heard. Truth be told, most of the worst shit I ever heard either came out of my garage at one point or another or as I was waiting off stage right for a set change somewhere between here and hell. Or was that sacramento? Oh hell, after the first thousand shows blow by it all turns into a blur. I mean, really: what band do you want to hear more than a half hour of? Tom Petty, maybe a handful of others. Any of you fuckers that thought the Grateful Dead should probably put yourselves in rehab already. Oh wait, RIGHT SAID FRED, I ferGOT jerry’s dead. My bad. Forgive me, I’m dating myself.

So about my best friend.

I see and hear so many people with their stories about how they met my brother and…well you know how the story goes: he’s as good a guy that you could ever meet. I’ve had the privilege of having him as my best friend my whole life. I could tell you a million stories about how I was in trouble and he came and saved my ass without ever giving me a lecture about how I should do this or that. Love with no strings attached. If I got in a fight and it wasn’t going my way, he always had my back. No one that knows me would ever deny that when I was drinking I WAS THE WORST DRUNK IN THE WORLD. Hands down, period-no contest. When I would drink I would turn into Godzilla and I would destroy everything around me and make the biggest ass of myself. Never once did he tell me I should stop. He know it would be pointless. I would meet people, make a bond, get wasted(i.e. Godzilla Syndrome)and they would 180 themselves and or exit stage left from my life. I don’t blame them. But through hell and highwater, Dai was never anything but there for me. How many friends have you had your whole life? Or even half.

12:01am/01.01.2012 CONFETTI CANNONS GO OFF AND COLDPLAY ARE STILL PLAYING ON THE PUBLIC ACCESS CHANNEL. So this is what it feels like to be gay huh? I guess I mean: as gay as you can get without balls slapping against your chin. Not that there’s anything wrong with that(the world is so fucking p.c. ya almost have to say that by law right?).

One of the best things about my brother is he’s got a wicked sense of humor. Gay. Black. Jew. Chink. Nothing’s off limits.

Yeah I miss you Dai.

Happy New Year fucker.

Now get up and let’s kick the new year in the teeth yo!

And to YOU, well, thanks again for sticking with us through thick and thin. If you are one of those with NO STRINGS LOVE SOULS, know you are loved and if you need something, you need but ask. Peace, -M.