Seth Leach was a man I called my friend, even my brother. We grew up together, listening to the Flaming Lips, talking Dostoyevsky and Stanley Kubrick. I owe the greatest share of my adventurous streak and existential vision to him. If I live to 80 years, he will still have out-lived me in his 22. Rest in peace my friend!
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