Careyas, Mexico. Carp-eh-diem. 2002.
There was a time in my life—13 years ago?—when Mike Carp would occasionally show up in my life. Usually at a party, a westside bar with Tony Horton or a gathering organized by our mutual friend Jon Congdon, most memorably at Jon's 40th birthday weekend in Mexico. Mike had his own film effects company, I believe. I also seem to remember him having some sort of brain surgery. (Correct me if I'm wrong, Mike.) I know for a fact that he, like me, had a sister who died way too young. He clearly had the soul of an artist too. Any time I showed up somewhere and realized Mike Carp was also there, my world got a little happier. And now that we're moving to NYC in November, I hope our paths will start crossing a lot more. (Last I heard, Mike was living in New York. Brooklyn?) Hope we see you soon, Mike. Until then, we'll always have Mexico.