My brief encounter with Hailsatin…
Last year, in September, Stephen (Hailsatin) came through Louisville on the tail end of a road trip. Before swinging through, we decided it would be a fun idea to go out and get fucking drunk. So, that’s what we did. You’ve all seen the “kiss” photo, but you haven’t seen the rest*.
Stephen and I at a place called Cahoots. Cheers to ya!
The drunkness continues.
Stephen’s tattoos…
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#2
Sadly, both men pictured here are dead. They died within 2 months of each other. Stephen (to the left) and Steve (to the right). I considered both of these men to be my friend… and, frankly, I am sick of death right now. 3 friends gone in a matter of months.
Anyway… Stephen and Steve.
In the hotel elevator. I think we were annoying these dudes… it’s all good.
Time to put little Stephen to bed.
Welp… there’s more pictures from that night(*)… but these are a few. Please save these, if you want. I consider these to be “a picture of the man that I met and knew”. While I understand that people always like to show themselves in their best light - I always like to see the real person - and that’s what these are to me… the pictures of the real person, who I had a fucking blast with and just wrote a real long run-on sentence about.
Cheers Stephen - may “whatever happens after death” be wonderful for you. You will be missed. Also, I am a little pissed we didn’t get another chance to party before you died.