Lester Afflick was one of my best friends, and before his untimely and sudden death January 2000, I considered him my best friend. Lester was a poet, and while he seemed to live on the fringes of society, and on side jobs and family help, he was sought after by many for the parties and good times surrounding him.

It was weird how Lester Afflick passed on - he had a twin brother who lived in England who died the day before he did - he had been out, partying, as usual, right after the turn of the century and all of a sudden - he was found dead in his bed.

And I went to his funeral about a month later in Queens, and many people came to it, even on a cold, snowy February night - hundreds came.

I was at a reading tonight for I Dream About You Baby - Poems by Lester Afflick and I bought a copy - I also had dinner with a few friends; there were about 30 or more people who attended the reading tonight - here’s two videos I made from the Lester Afflick reading:

After leaving the reading I went to another parted on 5 Spring Street - for Wired Magazine - briefly connected with a few people at the party, and then left and came home, eager to blog about all of this.