Saturday, May 29, 2010

He's freakin' gone, man.

Dennis Hopper's gone. 74 years old. Prostate cancer. Wasn't nobody could say "man" like Hopper. Rest easy, Brother. (or as we like to say here "Happy Graduation! and Bon Voyage!")

1 comment:

  1. Good bye man. My screensaver at work for the last two weeks has been a photo of Hopper holding an old film reel while standing in the middle of a gravel road in New Mexico. I think I'll keep it there for awhile.
    Ironically, the date on Hoppers Taos mug shot links up perfectlly to the days that Rick and I met, hummmm....
    I will now kick myself in my own ass for an hour because I wavered and did not by a piece of jewelery he made and was selling in a Taos shop in the Old Town square. These were very limited and expensive, but I should have bought the buckel anyway.


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