sunday morning, about 3 am, a coworker and friend, jonathan ryan christansen passed away in the hospital from complications from pneumonia.

i was shocked....i used to eat breakfast at village inn with this guy...it was ryan, the strange little gay dude with the biggest heart in the world.

it was the first thing i was hit with at work on monday morning....i wasn't even done with my coffee, had just barely sat done when i heard, "did you know ryan? he died yesterday."

and just because he was openly gay doesn't mean he had aids so all the idiots at work can shut their ignorant mouths...besides it doesn't matter what killed him, he's dead and now there's one less person in the world that i know, that i can talk to, that loves me and that just fucking sucks.

i'm still trying to comes to terms with it. he was an incredible spirit and i am so going to miss his raspy, 50 year old smoker woman voice in that tiny 30 something body.

damn it. i still have his card...his phone number was 505-eat-shit

see ya ryan.