remembering justin.
The fog is rolling in around me up here in Noe Valley… but then again the whole day has felt foggy. It all started well this morning. Tried out our new gym. Got a ride from my upstairs neighbor-slash-coworker-slash-bestie. Ran into a coworker I rarely see on my way to my desk. Chatted about how much I miss the Story department. Be careful what you wish for.
Last night my friend Justin Wright passed away at his desk, doing what he lived for, drawing at Pixar. The Story department often feels like family, but never more than times of crisis. We all, 40 deep, gathered today for lunch to toast Justin and argue about films. He would have been so pleased.
This photo is one we took during the many hours he used to sit in my cube. Justin frequented my desk so often that I put his name on the door and joked that it was his second office. We used to talk about the girls in our lives, films, music and even musicals. (Justin was one of the few Story artists who would admit to taking pleasure in a good musical.) On my way home tonight I stumbled upon a comics and records shop I’d never seen before. Tonight seemed the night the perfect night for both. I picked up two books and a few records and came home to let it all out.
Leave it to Elton John to set the perfect atmosphere for a good cry… and the Live from Australia album was the perfect find for the evening. Justin would have appreciated. He also shared my love for Elton.
The fog has faded a bit here and it looks like we are going to have a nice night sky… but I miss you JW.
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