Corey Haim : The Day the Music Died

I woke up this morning startled and confused to find that I had missed my first two appointments at the gym. Playing on the radio was Don Maclean's immortal tribute to the immortal Buddy Holly after his untimely and very mortal death. Did I set the alarm for the wrong time? No. Was the volume too low? No. It was higher than usual actually. So why didn't I wake up on time? I thought it didn't matter so I rushed to get ready and get to work. I was sprinting down court street when a front page news headline caught my eye, jerked my head around and pulled me off my feet throwing me flat down on my chest. I crawled my way over to the newstand panting. It was true. Corey Haim was dead. Suddenly my late wake-up made sense. The universe, waking me with American Pie, was telling me as subtly as possible that the immortal Corey Haim of 'Lost Boys' fame had finally, completely and irreversibly, died. I would just as soon have not woken up today. Because, from that moment on, nothing has made sense. The rest of the day is pretty much a blur. Right now, I am just struggling to stay on my feet, to eat (and keep it down), to perform the daily tasks that seemed so easy in a Pre-Corey-Haim's-Death world. Corey Haim is dead. The words seem strangely meaningless in that their implications are unfathomable like 'The Sun imploded today". So....no more light?? No more warmth??? No more Life. Cory Haim is dead. Don't bother drivin' your Chevy down to that ol' levy Mrs.Cunningham. The levy is dry and Corey Haim is dead. Them good ol' boys are down at the mill tyin' one on. One last honest drunk before hangin' up their boots 'til kingdom come. And Corey Haim...is dead. Goodbye Miss American Pie. Goodbye Corey Haim. Goodbye Sweet Prince.