Obviously I am not Sam. There is no green eggs. There is no ham. FYI, green eggs are most likely poisonous.
Two weeks ago a friend of mine passed away. Sam Largo died of complications due to liver failer. And on that Sunday his spirit went away. I look at a persons life like a book. These are my chapters to the book of Sam.
Once upon a time (the most timless storys begin this way) Likha met KP. I'm sure you've heard my side of this story, but at this time it is another telling of the same story. First generation KP and Likha made a special bond. Fighters from different armys finding themselves in the same foxhole fighting the same fight. My first impression of Likha was 'damn those guys are fucking good! I don't think I belong on stage with them' My second imprssion was, 'wow, they're just like us'. So begins the epic storey. In any storey one has to meet the characters.
I met Kuya Rudy, I met George. I met the other lead dancers whose names are important to the whole way of the world, but not to this storey. And I met a guy named Sam. My first impession of him was this guy leading the charge of Moe in his quest of the love of Liza, nevermind her bf. And then KP became Likhas bff.
My first turbulent time of this match made in heaven came at New Years, I can't remember ('96) when KP went down for the biggest NYE party in the west coast. If you watch my first kp movie 'California Love' I did a time laps segment that followed my steps from the airport to the middle of the giant ass mall where I met up with everyone (KP and Likha together). Nobody understands that peice but me because I was actually really scared. I drove from Van to Seattle and flew to SF with no warning because I finished work and decided to go in like matter of seconds. That was my most memorable NY ever. If you look at the pictures you see everyone dressed to kill except me. I wore a plain wool sweater. I called ahead and everyone said to dress casual. Then when everyone came up dressed up Jello dropped a few hun at Old Navy and Nick droped a few buying a new suit. Not me, I refused.
That first time to SF my first outing after they met me at the mall was a club. I know you all probably heard my stories of my first gay club experience in SF no less but I've never told the storey of when we left. Dinah A was trying to liberate her cousin from the gay dudes dancing cetere stage with him. And with my mind realing from George being gay we bumped into Sam. And he told us he was staying. Est tu Sammy? So Sam was gay.
Once Kp went to San Fran for our first tour. The first arivals was Eye, Flo and myself. Sam begged us not to let on to his roomates that he was gay. Two black guys. Cool dudes. So we decided to stay in and drink all night. Sam intoduced the girls to Boons Farm with Ghetto brown paper wrap. Of course I drank beer. All I remeber of significance of that night waswhen Eye decided 'Im drunk, lets see how much I drank." *unfold to see half the bottle is gone*. Flo asks the same, 'How much did I drink?' *unfold to see she only drank half way down the neck!*
KP used to do the workshops in the upper floors of the SUB at UBC. Sam showed up wearing the same cloths from the night before missing almost the whole work shop because he hooked up the night before.
I picked up Sam from the airport once and we ate Subway.
Sam did the lighting for many of our best shows. He did the first show at the QE with Nick.
Sam toured with us for the last time in Campbell river. He didn't return with us because of health problems. That was the last time I saw Sam I am.
But not the last I'll think of him. I'll miss you Sam.
Rhoel.
posted by R @ 10:01 PM
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