Authenticity is rare and when you meet someone who is Authentic; they stand out and she’ll shock others who are always trying to be someone other than their true selves!!! It is rare to find someone comfortable in their own skin, happy with being who they were made to be and excited just to live in the moment not the future or past where most people dwell!
I imagine meeting the Buddha or Jesus Christ (Yeshua) was something similar to your meeting up with Steve!!! Thanks for sharing your adventure and time spent with an authentic soul...
I doubt that meeting Jesus would have been anything like meeting Steve. I used to admire “cool” people like him, but it seems to me from the author’s description that what made him “cool” was not complete authenticity but his complete lack of connection to and intimacy with other humans. He was like a lone ship sailing on the high seas. Meeting Jesus, on the other hand, would have been THE most intimate experience of your entire life. He would make you feel 💯 seen and accepted and loved. He would give you his full attention, like you were the only person in the world. And he would never entice you to sin, but just by meeting him, you’d emerge as a better person.
May have been running from something. That's why he didn't have but a couple pieces of furniture. They have to move every two to three years at the most so they can't allow anything to tie them down. I knew a man in my past that was similar. After becoming good friends, I was at his house and decided to help him with his W2 taxes. Next time at his home I noticed a letter from the IRS on his counter stating that his W2 did not match his name. This was back in the early 1990s. I called a friend who did some research and this man had changed his name 8 times and moved every two years. Went to his house a week later and he was gone. Left his few pieces of furniture, clothes, everything. Never saw him again. My sister found out his parents lived several streets over from her (in a different state). She wanted to let them know he was ok but they denied ever knowing him.
in a way you're the hero though. Because you loved him. and even looked for him. I like you, from this story far more than him. He was something you are not. And you admired him so much you loved him. But did he love you ?
well I mean as much as two straight weirdo hedonists could love each other... it was kind of like a fear and loathing in las vegas thing with us. we just blew our considerably large paychecks every weekend on doing as much ridiculous and often dangerous things we could possibly think of. it's any wonder we did not both end up in prison for half of the stunts we pulled off. some of the things that happened to us, i still honestly cannot believe i was part of it. it was like the world was his soundstage and we were the stars in a movie only he knew was being made. things that were so unlikely to occur happened to me every time I hung out with him. it was like he could manipulate reality at the quantum level just to ensure we had a good time.
ha I wish I knew whatever happened to him. I'm not even sure I ever really knew his real name. The guy was like a ghost. I seriously wondered on more than one occasion if he was even human. He could drink a fifth of jack to his head, blow a dozen lines of coke, and still recite Ovid in the original Latin while I was face down on the tablet begging him to go home after 48 hours of nonstop debauchery and hedonism. One day I went over to his apartment, door was wide open, all his stuff was there, just a note on the bed that said 'It's been fun but I had to run.' Never saw him again. I spent 6-months and almost 5 grand trying to track him down a few years back. Hired a private investigator, went out to San Fran, wandered around for two weeks chasing down leads - nothing. Someone told me once his ex-wife was some sort of famous physics professor but I could not find her either. I've always wondered whatever happened to that guy. My guess is the mothership came and took him back to whatever world he came to visit from.
We had a lot of misadventures over the course of the 3 years we were hanging out together. If this article actually does well, I might delve into some of the other more ‘interesting’ things we found ourselves involved in since the statute of limitations is now long over. haha
He was, by far, the most interesting person I have ever met and I have met more than one billionaire and several celebrities. Steve looked like C. Thomas Howell in his early career but pale as a white sheet and hair as jet black as onyx. He could have been anything he wanted in life but all he really wanted to do was drink whiskey, smoke marb reds, and teach the world it is doing it all wrong.
Authenticity is rare and when you meet someone who is Authentic; they stand out and she’ll shock others who are always trying to be someone other than their true selves!!! It is rare to find someone comfortable in their own skin, happy with being who they were made to be and excited just to live in the moment not the future or past where most people dwell!
I imagine meeting the Buddha or Jesus Christ (Yeshua) was something similar to your meeting up with Steve!!! Thanks for sharing your adventure and time spent with an authentic soul...
I doubt that meeting Jesus would have been anything like meeting Steve. I used to admire “cool” people like him, but it seems to me from the author’s description that what made him “cool” was not complete authenticity but his complete lack of connection to and intimacy with other humans. He was like a lone ship sailing on the high seas. Meeting Jesus, on the other hand, would have been THE most intimate experience of your entire life. He would make you feel 💯 seen and accepted and loved. He would give you his full attention, like you were the only person in the world. And he would never entice you to sin, but just by meeting him, you’d emerge as a better person.
May have been running from something. That's why he didn't have but a couple pieces of furniture. They have to move every two to three years at the most so they can't allow anything to tie them down. I knew a man in my past that was similar. After becoming good friends, I was at his house and decided to help him with his W2 taxes. Next time at his home I noticed a letter from the IRS on his counter stating that his W2 did not match his name. This was back in the early 1990s. I called a friend who did some research and this man had changed his name 8 times and moved every two years. Went to his house a week later and he was gone. Left his few pieces of furniture, clothes, everything. Never saw him again. My sister found out his parents lived several streets over from her (in a different state). She wanted to let them know he was ok but they denied ever knowing him.
I think he was killed.
I have known someone very much like Steve. I have often wondered what happened to him.
Nothing is as magnetic as a person who is truly, unapologetically themselves.
I think it’s because they’ve let go of the material world or conquered it.
Steve is now firmly in my head if I ever need a character in my next book.
in a way you're the hero though. Because you loved him. and even looked for him. I like you, from this story far more than him. He was something you are not. And you admired him so much you loved him. But did he love you ?
well I mean as much as two straight weirdo hedonists could love each other... it was kind of like a fear and loathing in las vegas thing with us. we just blew our considerably large paychecks every weekend on doing as much ridiculous and often dangerous things we could possibly think of. it's any wonder we did not both end up in prison for half of the stunts we pulled off. some of the things that happened to us, i still honestly cannot believe i was part of it. it was like the world was his soundstage and we were the stars in a movie only he knew was being made. things that were so unlikely to occur happened to me every time I hung out with him. it was like he could manipulate reality at the quantum level just to ensure we had a good time.
yeah - you were like that old commercial...give it to Billy, he'll eat it....
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Hey man. Ask Steve if he has a drummer.
ha I wish I knew whatever happened to him. I'm not even sure I ever really knew his real name. The guy was like a ghost. I seriously wondered on more than one occasion if he was even human. He could drink a fifth of jack to his head, blow a dozen lines of coke, and still recite Ovid in the original Latin while I was face down on the tablet begging him to go home after 48 hours of nonstop debauchery and hedonism. One day I went over to his apartment, door was wide open, all his stuff was there, just a note on the bed that said 'It's been fun but I had to run.' Never saw him again. I spent 6-months and almost 5 grand trying to track him down a few years back. Hired a private investigator, went out to San Fran, wandered around for two weeks chasing down leads - nothing. Someone told me once his ex-wife was some sort of famous physics professor but I could not find her either. I've always wondered whatever happened to that guy. My guess is the mothership came and took him back to whatever world he came to visit from.
That’s a good story.
We had a lot of misadventures over the course of the 3 years we were hanging out together. If this article actually does well, I might delve into some of the other more ‘interesting’ things we found ourselves involved in since the statute of limitations is now long over. haha
Some truth isn’t meant for those who didn’t jump.
He was, by far, the most interesting person I have ever met and I have met more than one billionaire and several celebrities. Steve looked like C. Thomas Howell in his early career but pale as a white sheet and hair as jet black as onyx. He could have been anything he wanted in life but all he really wanted to do was drink whiskey, smoke marb reds, and teach the world it is doing it all wrong.