That is me. Jonathan West. Taken today, May 20, 2008. You can see from the thermal energy shooting forth from this photo that I am indeed alive. Very, very alive.
However, I was just alerted to the fact that Jonathan West died on May 14. My friend Jenny Clark called me to tell me this fact. She had seen a death notice for Jonathan C. West from Milwaukee in today's paper. She thought I should know.
A few things about him. He was 45. He is survived by many friends and relatives. That's it. That's all I know.
Jenny wanted to make sure that I knew in case I got any calls from anyone asking if I was dead. I mean, despite the fact that I am only 38, many people can make the mistake of thinking I'm 45. Those long ago years of drinking and smoking and dirty living took their toll on my face. And hairline. I also have many friends and relatives. We could be the same person based on that one line death notice.
But, I have received no phone calls today. No one has checked to see if I'm dead today.
No one has checked to see if I'm alive, either.
Irrelevancy sucks.
Here's to you Jonathan C. West. I'd cry over your death if I wasn't so ashamed about feeling sorry for myself over the fact that no one has rushed to the phone to see if I'm the one pushing daisies.
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