I felt sad for D.J.,

You're here to share mementos of a failed relationship and tell your sad story. This is our ninth one. If you've been to every one of the bashes with something to destroy, you may be the one with the problems in the relationship.

My dad was a homicide cop in the gay neighborhood in the city when gay neighborhoods were desperate, depressing, sad places run by the mob. The only gay people he'd met when I came out to him were corpses.

'Cause I felt I didn't have anything else to prove as a musician... and boy was I wrong about that one.

This is a sad day for the Times and for journalism.

It was just like he dropped off the Earth. I felt so sad. Here's this guy and he's in a pauper's grave.