Steve

I've never met Steve Oakford, but I do know that he had a profound impact on my friend Carrie's life.

Carrie called Dennis on Saturday early afternoon. She was crying down the phone cos her friend Steve had just passed away. Dennis talked to her for a bit, then told me we were meeting Carrie for drinks this evening. I suggested picking her up since I didn't want her driving around in her condition, but she said that she would cab it and meet us at the Americano at 6.30pm.

When we met up, Carrie was wearing a somber black outfit, but was otherwise smiling. I walked up, gave her a hug and said "I'm so sorry Carrie". She hugged me back really tightly, smiled, and said "No, today isn't a sorry day. Today we're celebrating his life. We're going to drink until we're drunk. That's what Steve would have wanted."

And we did. We drank. Carrie told us stories about Steve. She told us a story about them going to the prom with different dates and ending up making out in the back of the limo. And another story about how he supposedly had the biggest dick of any guy outside the porn industry in LA. I was quite sloshed, so I can't remember a whole lot more unfortunately... But we celebrated his life. Cos, like Carrie said, that's what Steve would have wanted.

So here's one more toast from me to Steve, a guy I never met. Rest in peace brother.