Max called last night.... about a friend of his... had I heardabout Charlotte? Do you know what happened? Can you find out? You know her, right?
|Charley and the Cynics|
Charlotte was 22. She will never be 23. She was a waitress at a pizza joint where Max and I used to watch the Packer Games. She was a local girl and, like Max, went to the local University. They knew a lot of the same people.... a smallish clique of film/art/music students. I knew a bunch of them.... really good kids. Charlotte, mostly from the Pizza joint. I certainly was not up late enough to catch the band she fronted, "Charley and the Cynics", nor do I longer hang out in loud rock&roll bars. Max, other folks said that thy were good.
No one knows, right now, what happened. She talked with a friend in the morning and when she didn't show up at the Pizza joint they went looking for her and ....... So far, drugs or alcohol do not seem to be an issue .... Max is a little stunned. " How can you talk with someone and two weeks later, they're dead?" Death to him is still something that happens old people. Certainly not to gifted and talented young people
We talked.... or rather I listened.
I didn't have any answers. And he really wasn't asking questions.
This stuff sucks and I don't mind saying so, but who pays attention to me?