week of silence for the MAC MAN.

Just as I try to get my mojo working and get this silly little blog off the ground, along comes a catastrophic event of the worst kind, shutting me down like the electricity during a hurricane.

You probably do not recall the mentioning of my penthouse at the La Quinta in Tuscaloosa in my virgin post. (the only other post for the moment.) But it was then and there whilst I kicked it in my nicotine-stained summer day-rental by the highway, that I was slapped in the face two times by the television news show lead story. BERNIE MAC dies of natural causes. I felt a great disturbance in the force. It was as if a billion tiny laughters went silent in the windy night. I thought to myself, damn that brother was not too many years older than me. Then in a flash of an instant, I thought of how many times he made me laugh, and all the jokes I've heard him tell, and how much I would like to by funny like him with everyone. And then in the same exact amount of flash as before, I tried to imagine all of the standup routines and movie appearances and sitcom episodes, and pay-per-view specials that he WOULD NEVER DO, and I wanted to start crying. I mean a heavy-duty weight came down on my heart. You know, like on TV when you see a grand piano fall from a hi-rise apartment and slam explosively on the ground. Sadness and pain, not comedic genius happiness and joy.

I guess that's what bothers me the most about it. Not so much that he actually passed away, but the last thing I'll ever remember about The Mac Man is how much it hurt to hear that he was gone. That is what I call brutal irony. One of the funniest humans ever, and his last bit was not comedy, but tragedy.

S0, I profess a week of silence in observance of the passing of the one and only Bernie Mac. May we all laugh eternally.