— (via yodawg)
Lots of people have stories about their journey knowing Esme Barrera, because she knew everyone and was the very best. I think writing and sharing helps some through such a terrible time. And for others, they have a private journey. This is just my story. Part journey, part grief, part guilt.
When I was 19, I joined the Weezer messageboard. I had no idea how to use the Internet, and probably had dial-up. It was 2000 and that is where I met Esme Barrera. Esme and I became online boardie friends, eventually upgrading to AIM friends, which was a big deal at the time. Two years-ish later, I decided to take a road trip to meet my Weezer boardies friends across the land. So in 2002, I met Miss Esme IRL, as they say. I had planned on staying in El Paso for one night, but after meeting Esme and driving up El Paso’s scenic drive, I stayed for a week. We ate ninja turtle ice creams, listened to Wilco, sat on rooftops and listened to Coldplay’s Parachutes and climbed trees. I met her great friends, her loving family, and we hung out at Dolce Vita. I fell absolutely in love with El Paso and her.