I just lost the dearest friend and sweetest human being I've ever known.
EDIT UPDATE: Memphis Democrat newspaper report on Gabe's death.
NOTE: I have no idea why he was
More than a brother, more than merely a "best friend", more than is possible to convey, I loved this guy so much my heart is a mess right now. I learned a lot from him about being interested in other people. No one could possibly replace him, and although he had a million problems and sorrows of his own, you never saw it. He was always happy, cheerful, helpful, and gave to other people, whether it was money, sympathy, or comedy, in an extremely generous manner.
Often, he was dead broke a day after his payday, due at least partially, to helping less fortunate friends, who may not have necessarily deserved any help, but there you go. A sincerely caring person, sort of a Christ figure in his compassion, his selflessness, the joy he brought to everyone around him -- and in his tragic end -- his morality, generosity, and tender kindness and loyalty were not of this world. Not even close.
He was in a league of his own.
I have other very dear and precious friends, but this guy was so pure in his devotion, we never once argued or got angry at each other. We made films together, chased girls together, talked a lot about life and people, and we lived together at about 4 or 5 different times and places.
He enjoyed Bombay Saphire gin and Michelob beer, smoked Kool cigarettes, and loved to drop by just to talk and hang out. He constantly played Sade and Anita Baker music, and also loved techno, soul, and alternative rock.
He the most loyal friend you could ever imagine.
I am massively devastated.
Gabe Kish supported me for about 5 years when I broke my back, could not get workman's comp, and had no insurance. He paid rent, bought food, tossed me packs of cigarettes, and kept my spirits up during the most difficult time of my life. All I could do for him was try to advise him, encourage him to be less self-destructive, to avoid people who were bad influences, and to be a bit more self-aware. Of course, I was no expert on any of this.
Gabor Ivan Kish, of Yugoslavian descent on his father's side, blessed this poor ravaged planet from 1968 to 2006.