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Friday, 8 June 2018
quote [ Anthony Bourdain, a gifted storyteller and writer who took CNN viewers around the world, has died. He was 61.
CNN confirmed Bourdain's death on Friday and said the cause of death was suicide. ] I always enjoyed watching him on No Reservations...
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Nextdooryeti said @ 4:35am GMT on 9th June
This one hurt. Ages ago, I was traveling from Seattle (my ancestral home) to Denver (The paradise I'd always needed but did not yet know it) after having had my heart ripped out by a scurrilous creature of lust and evil (Oh yes johnny, this is a break up story!). I had secured living arrangements in my newly adopted city and was looking forward to the trip when that savage succubus broke me. This compounded with a host of other issues that lead to a deep deep depression served to make this endeavor an much more difficult proposition. Seattle to Denver is a long drive, about 20 hours. Not so bad when you have a friend to share the trip with. Interminable when otherwise. It is scenic but in a singularly lonely manor when all of your life is stuck in the back of the run down Uhaul you've rented. Bourdain was that friend. I plopped into my very serviceable discman both of the books he had written ( Kitchen Confidential and A Cooks Tour) that I had previously acquired through less than legal means prior to the trip. I was emotionally destitute and his voice was literally the only thing that made that trip bearable. I have no doubt I'd have met a voluntary end of my own without him narrating the foods of his youth and the grotesqueness of his industry.. Bon Voyage you Cunty Genius.
Nextdooryeti said @ 4:35am GMT on 9th June
This one hurt. Ages ago, I was traveling from Seattle (my ancestral home) to Denver (The paradise I'd always needed but did not yet know it) after having had my heart ripped out by a scurrilous creature of lust and evil (Oh yes johnny, this is a break up story!). I had secured living arrangements in my newly adopted city and was looking forward to the trip when that savage succubus broke me. This, compounded with a host of other issues that lead to a deep deep depression served to make this endeavor an much more difficult proposition. Seattle to Denver is a long drive, about 20 hours. Not so bad when you have a friend to share the trip with. Interminable when otherwise. It is scenic but in a singularly lonely manor when all of your life is stuck in the back of the run down Uhaul you've rented. Bourdain was that friend. I plopped into my very serviceable discman both of the books he had written ( Kitchen Confidential and A Cooks Tour) that I had previously acquired through less than legal means prior to the trip. I was emotionally destitute and his voice was literally the only thing that made that trip bearable. I have no doubt I'd have met a voluntary end of my own without him narrating the foods of his youth and the grotesqueness of his industry.. Bon Voyage you Cunty Genius.
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Nextdooryeti said @ 4:35am GMT on 9th June [Score:2]
This one hurt. Ages ago, I was traveling from Seattle (my ancestral home) to Denver (The paradise I'd always needed but did not yet know it) after having had my heart ripped out by a scurrilous creature of lust and evil (Oh yes johnny, this is a break up story!). I had secured living arrangements in my newly adopted city and was looking forward to the trip when that savage succubus broke me. This, compounded with a host of other issues that lead to a deep deep depression served to make this endeavor an much more difficult proposition. Seattle to Denver is a long drive, about 20 hours. Not so bad when you have a friend to share the trip with. Interminable when otherwise. It is scenic but in a singularly lonely manor when all of your life is stuck in the back of the run down Uhaul you've rented. Bourdain was that friend. I plopped into my very serviceable discman both of the books he had written ( Kitchen Confidential and A Cooks Tour) that I had previously acquired through less than legal means prior to the trip. I was emotionally destitute and his voice was literally the only thing that made that trip bearable. I have no doubt I'd have met a voluntary end of my own without him narrating the foods of his youth and the grotesqueness of his industry.. Bon Voyage you Cunty Genius.
