This Is Not A Democracy

I just found out my very dear friend, Chris, passed away over Christmas. I don’t have a lot of details yet, but I know it wasn’t intentional and I know that there are a lot of people in this little city who are absolutely devastated by his loss.

I first met Chris when I went for an interview at the games company where I went on to work; he was in HR. And yes, he did come to work with a mohawk and a large spider tattoo on his head. It was that sort of place, and he was that kind of person. He was also the kindest, most loving and most generous person I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. No matter who you were, Chris would welcome you with open arms and then probably tell you something completely shocking and inappropriate, or get his knob out to show you his piercing. He was so good-hearted that you couldn’t help but love him, even if you expected him to be some mad anarchist who’d spit in your face. He was an anarchist and a little bit of a lovable maniac, but he was more likely to embrace you with a huge, “ELLO, MAAAATE!”

He loved animals, and every day, his little woof, Leonard, would come to work with him and demand to play ‘tuggy’ with anyone who passed through the HR Department. They were both so playful and energetic - absolute kindred spirits. I’m sure Len will go to live with one of Chris’s dear friends, now, but no matter how much he is loved at his new home, no one will ever love him as much as Chris did.

I know it’s a cliche, and everyone feels it when someone close to them passes away, but it’s like a light has gone out in Brighton. He’ll be so pissed off if he’s gone to Heaven, as well - he’d be much more excited about seeing what Hell was like. xoxo