"Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind."--Dr. Seuss
Last week the light went out on a truly unique man, and this week we said a very tearful goodbye. Cosmo was at home in his favorite chair listening to music when he slipped away. Not a bad way to go, and he deserved everything good. State Street has been so quiet without his boistrous "Buhhuhuhuh!!" laugh, so still without his happy, skeletal stride. He was an empath (thank you, Ed Breakfast), a schizophrenic bon vivant, a lambie, a fucking rock star.
I think about him riding his bike through the Pharmacy, smiling like Christmas morning when he asked for a match and I gave him the whole book, him blasting down the sidewalk in his courtin' clothes, and how good I felt every time he said, "I love you, baby." Some people were scared of him, but tons of folks around here loved him. Here's a good link for those people especially, but for everyone reading this: www.cosmodimadison.blogspot.com.
We hear you, Cos. I love you, baby.