Artist Statement: I’m writing to share with you my personal journey with the music of Columbia Records.
I am writing to speak honestly about my past, present, and future.
I’m writing about the times that I’ve experienced the loss of someone close to me and the trauma and anger that that has caused.
The loss of a close friend, colleague, or co-worker, a family member, a mentor, or mentor-in-arms.
It is a difficult time.
I know this for a fact, and I know that I am not alone in my feelings.
I’m not here to blame others for my pain.
I’m not speaking in absolutes.
I have no intention of blaming myself or anyone else for this loss.
My journey has not been easy, nor is it easy for me to explain how my life has been changed for the better.
It’s been an incredible journey, and it’s not over.
I want to share my story with you in hopes that you too can learn from it and find comfort in it.
This is a story that has been in my head for a long time.
It has been my story all along.
It started on a Friday night in January of 2016.
On that Friday night, I was standing in line at the Columbian Theatre to purchase my ticket to see the Columbo movie, a movie that I had been eagerly awaiting for weeks.
I was sitting next to a friend, a very large man, who I could see from my seat.
I remember him being very animated as he was talking about the movie, which I could barely make out in the theater.
He then asked me if I was feeling okay.
I told him that I was.
I did not feel ill.
He then told me that I might not be able to go in.
What I don’t remember is when I asked him what I should do about it.
“What should I do?” he asked.
And then, the realisation hit me: I didn’t want to go into the theater, but if I could, I would do anything to make sure that he did not go into it.
I had a friend in mind, a close relative who was close to him, and we had a few things in common.
We were both a bit of a nerd, and that meant that I could relate to his situation.
He had been dealing with some personal issues that were affecting his relationship with his girlfriend, and my friend had been struggling to find employment.
So I thought that if I knew anyone who could help him, I could offer them my support.
But then I remember that this is a personal matter, and as a human being I was only a few steps away from hurting someone else’s feelings.
I would have to be very careful, I remember telling myself.
I don´t want to be a burden to someone else.
So, I made a mental note of who my closest relative was and asked him to take a look at my ticket, and tell me if he could help me.
I didn´t ask him for money.
I asked if he would like to buy me a drink, a couple of snacks, and a movie.
This is when things got weird.
“What if I told you that I thought you were going to kill me?” he said.
For the next week or so, I never saw him again.
I thought it was because he had become a bit paranoid about me, and had gotten me involved in his relationship.
But when I came to terms with it, he was very supportive and understanding of my feelings, and he was willing to let me know that he was there for me, as he had been for my friend.
What happened next is an extremely complicated story.
When I returned to the Colubus, I found myself in the middle of a heated argument with my friend over whether or not he should be able buy me drinks.
While he was arguing, I saw a man in a dark suit approach me.
He told me he was going to help me buy a drink.
We had a very brief conversation, which lasted for less than ten seconds.
At this point, I thought he was trying to get me to tell him that he could buy me the drink, which he did, and then leave.
I left and never spoke to him again that night.
Then, one day, my friend’s girlfriend told me she was leaving for a business trip to the United States.
She wanted to get away from her ex-boyfriend, who was now in her life, and was getting in trouble in Columbias court system for having an affair.
So, when I got to the airport, I started looking for a place to stay.
I found a cheap hotel, but