To my Anthony Bourdain,
It has been a few hours since I heard the news, thanks to the almighty world wide web, I am too afraid to even look at my phone, I do not want to read about it, I do not want to believe that it is true, I cannot believe that it is true.
You are my idol, my hero, who opened my eyes not only to the culinary world, but to the parts unknown, you always go the extra mile, take the extra bite, or did you take too much?
I am so sorry that you have chosen this path, I cannot fathom what you have been through, I am only sorry for your sorrows, the depth of that sorrow, despair, loneliness while being surrounded by so many things happening, or whatever whoever likes to put it, I am sure there are no words to describe what kind of situation you were in, I am just sorry, I hope it is not what you want to bring us, to inspire us that drove you there, because, what you brought us was amazing.
I’d like to imagine maybe you are somewhere downing ***** shots, thinking, “**** what have I done? Oh, well” and down another shot, wherever you are, I would like to say, thank you, my chef.
I'm sick to my stomach and I don't understand why