Fall
Dear Lorenzo, It's Thursday, October 21, 12:42 p.m. and today I am going to be brave and tell you a few of the things I've been too scared to say until now. I'm pretty far gone. I had no idea that this was going to happen but... It's happening. My father was my favorite person on this planet. He gave me James Baldwin and Toni Morrison and Langston Hughes and the Harlem Renaissance and Malcolm X and the Black Panther Party and the Naked Gun and The Marx Brothers and Toscanini's and Mary Chung's and August Wilson and Alvin Ailey and Miles Davis and John Coltrane and Chick Corea and so very many of the best memories of my life. When I walked into Cap's apartment over Labor Day Weekend, all these years later, a part of me felt like I was coming home again. I spent many, MANY years imagining this moment. I loved him for a really long time and even when I realized that I couldn't love him anymore... I loved him still. He is patient and hilarious and too-fucki...