O'Malley, Martin J Jr

Marty, The days just roll by and before I know it, the years accumulate outside my door, like a bunch of newspapers delivered, but unread. I think of you often, how we met at The Stud in 1980. How could we know what was waiting just around the corner for both of us? What I remember of you: your love of life, the way you lit up a room when you walked in, neurons firing in your brain at the speed of light. You told me then you were manic-depressive...that's what you called it,but I loved you enough to care even when you were not in your manic phase.George and I competed for your attention and I won. Poor George. But I knew that your attention span then was limited so we had a great 6 months, I met Glen, we lost touch and a few years later we met by chance and you said you regretted pushing me away and wondered if there was a chance for us. How I wish now I had said yes, my boy, because perhaps then there would be a chance you would still be with us. I miss you and never had the chance to say goodby. I loved you then and I love you still. The bulb that burns the brightest.....

I will always remember Martin, and even though we only spent a couple of nights together, his energy and beauty will always be a part of my being.