FYI or die

A couple of years ago I moved into a house and to get to know my housemate a bit better we decided to go get a drink together.  While we were at a bar we began discussing teen idols of our youth.  (As you do).  We soon realised we had both been obsessed with Jonathon Brandis from Sea Quest DSV.  Similar interests: new friendship JACK POT.

As we reveled in this new bonding glow we talked about how much we used to love him and how we couldn’t think of anything else he’d been in since, about how old he’d be now, of all the things he might be doing with his life.  Does he have a family? Has he joined a cult?  Maybe he’s a crazy christian with a career in jesus pop?  Or a performance artist who works exclusively with human hair and lives in Mexico?  

As we had another (and another) drink we started to plot his grand return to popular culture.  We decided we’d start a blog, a WHERE ARE YOU NOW JONATHON BRANDIS blog.  We’d bombard shows with requests of him to be a guest.  It’d be a cute friendship project,a new housemate project.

We walked home from the bar laughing about our plan. As soon as we got home we sprung into action: I made us some tea as she turned her computer on.  When I came back in from the kitchen with the tea she wasn’t laughing anymore.

Jonathon Brandis had killed himself a couple of years earlier.

So we just drank our tea and went to bed instead.

                               RIP JONATHON BRANDIS