This is hard. On holiday, escaping, walking around the Cotswolds and Wales, and I’ll gather and share thoughts on all of that later on. But right now it’s all on hold.
First, though, I’m sorry that I don’t have everyone’s phone number with me, and I’m really sorry to say something like this in words on a screen, but there’s never a good way to say it.
One of my best friends in Australia, Adam Neykoff-Davies, has been killed in a car accident, along with the driver and another passenger. They were all students at QUT, returning from Carnarvon Gorge on Saturday night, when the driver swerved to avoid cattle on the road.
Adam was a crazy guy in the best way. He inspired love, friendship and creativity, brought the right people together in the right way, the glue that made creative things happen. I’m glad to have been able to call him my friend, and desperately sad to lose him.
If you knew Adam, you’ll know what we’ve lost. If you live in Brisbane, he’s the one who sold glowsticks at raves for many years, wandered around Strawberry Fields in a spacesuit, stilt walked in Jackie Chan’s First Strike, wore gold body paint in an art event with Pope Alice, and scared small children covered in red body paint wearing an enormous codpiece that my mother made. Raise a glass. He’s irreplaceable.