Bullard, John

John is my brother. He died of liver failure alone in a hotel in the tenderloin with 15 cats. He had been taking act for a long time and was celebrating the fact that they were going to give him a new drug treatment. Within days he was found dead in his hotel room kneeling beside his bed. He did make many people happy and was generally joyful to be around. I'm writing this 25 years later, as a matter of historical record keeping. God bless each of you.