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Sunday, July 23, 2006

Mike O'Neill: RIP

I lived with Mike and Karen and the dogs for several months back in 1992 (or 3?). Until then, I never knew anyone who smoked 3 packs a day.

Our morning routine usually involved waking up late (I think they had cigarettes poised in their mouths and lighters in their hands when they woke up), drinking coffee, playing Tetris, and later eating some of "the shit" - an eggplant stir-fry dish/grub.

For some unknown reason, out of the blue, I thought about Mike the other day - about him washing dishes at Pizza and Subs during Guavaween, while him, Chuck, and I were dosing on acid....and freaking out accordingly. He was just working that night for the extra money, and we were getting our asses kicked. But amidst all of the chaos, noise, flying dishes and pizza sauce, it was great to have him there.

Mike wasn't great to hang around - he was great to be around. He was someone I knew I could speak honestly to, someone who could listen, and someone intelligent enough to know when saying nothing was the best thing to say.

I've heard and read some things in the last day or so about Mike not being in a very stable place, you know, mentally and emotionally. But that's not the Mike I remember.

The Mike I remember is the Mike I will always remember, and never forget - the Mike that still occupies a chaotic, smoke-filled, psychedelic pizza, and yes, happy corner in my every-other-day thoughts.


Mike's Obituary

Mike's My Space site (from which the above post was censored)

See below:

Jul 23, 2006 7:56 AM

I loved yer story...

...I felt I had to delete it because Mike's nieces and family visit the site everyday and didn't think they would appreciate the drug references. That's just not cool. You described him to a tee. I used to smoke a pack of cigs seconhand during the five years I played with him cramped in the back bedroom on Mulberry with windows shut because of the noise. Hee hee.

Please post something else.



Anonymous kelly said...

I came acorss this somehow looking around in the haze of Mike's death. I was in Ybor back then but didnt really know him until relatively recently. The last few years. I had some politically incorrect times with him myself. I always appreciated his energy and wit. and of course his music. I'm very sorry about the loss.
Kelly Kombat
Tampa, Florida

10:43 AM  
Anonymous joe positive said...

Hey Kevin, it's Karen. So glad to happen upon your blog. I have often wondered how you were doing and where you ended up. I hope you're doing well. Thanks so much for posting this.

8:46 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I knew Mike for almost 20 years. He rented from me for 13 years (the "ghetto train stop" aka Mulberry). We were in the process (a long one) of recording a new Un Loves project. Ed, Keith and I hope to have it out by Boxing Day. Mike was one of my favorite artists, since the days of Monday Mornings. He was also a friend. We miss him and love him. Peace Mike.Phil A. Delphia

9:39 AM  
Blogger Bacon Press said...

Hey Karen!

I miss you! I'm doing well and I hope, taking this all into consideration, you are too.

Even though you two were no longer together, I know how hard it must be on you to lose Mike.

Please keep in touch.



10:09 AM  

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