he was always asking others what could possibly go wrong. no one ever asked him if anything was wrong

bubsy was the kind of person who made every night feel like a memory you’d want to keep forever.
We spent so many nights at the gay bar laughing, dancing, talking about life like we had all the time in the world.
But time, it turns out, is never enough.
I still remember the way bubsy would drag me out onto the dance floor, even when I didn’t want to telling me to stop worrying, to just live.
He had a light in him that could break through anything.
Now, the music feels quieter.
The drinks don’t taste the same.
And the dance floor feels too big without him.
I miss him more than I know how to say.
But I’ll carry those nights, those laughs, and that stubborn, beautiful spirit with me for the rest of my life.
I love you, bubsy.
I always will.

good night, sweet prince

bobcat

When the world needed him the most, he disappeared.

im sad to report that Bubsy died from a fentanyl overdose at his apartment in flordia