by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
I could probably check my email to see exactly when the ROKon Magazine saga started, but it was definitely around this time (August) in 2006. I met the late Annie Shapiro and my life totally changed.
Pictures of me even look differently — there are the before Annie Shapiro photos and there are the after Annie Shapiro photos.
Anyway, it was a long time ago and nobody cares anymore. Though, in the last few days, I have felt a mental pull towards South Korea as if someone — or a group of people — somehow connected to my time in Asia is / are thinking about me at the same time.
It’s all very curious.
I go back and forth regretting the whole drama that was ROKon Magazine. I think, however, in the end, the point is not that it kind of bashed one of my emotional knees so much as it did, for a brief moment, give me the opportunity to be “cool.”
I did everything wrong, of course. And think that’s the main reason why I grieved so much about what happened. Everything that went wrong with ROKon Magazine was *my fault*.
So, now, I just do nothing but feel bad about what happened. I’ve wasted so much of my life just doing nothing. I half-assed wanted to move to, say LA or NYC at some point but unless the Singularity happens and massive improvements in anti-aging technology happens I’m kind of screwed.
But there’s always hope.
