"New york, new york. Big city of dreams, but everything in new york aint always what it seems."
[sic]
- Adam's last post on his Twitter page, three days before his body was found in his New York City apartment on August 28, 2009
I'm a Twitterbug, yes. I'm chatting with a good friend I've made on the site from Boston, as she tells me she's packing for her trip to New York City tomorrow. As I yearn to return to 'The Big Apple' and tell her my jealousy, joke about sneaking me into a bus carry-on, and Photoshop me into her pictures, the next tweet I read from Perez Hilton stopped the banter quite suddenly as I read that Adam Goldstein, better known to his fans as DJ AM, has died.
My God, is this truly a summer of death?
Not a week ago was he alive and vivacious, hosting the
'Dharma Initiative Presents: Banana Splits Sundae' party in appreciation for
Lost fans and to usher in its sixth and final season. Partygoers that night didn't realize that show would be his curtain call.
