Friendship (A Visit)…


“…in a lifetime friendship needs a community of thought…”

i knew you as a kid

i was witness to your nightly drug fueled lockouts by your parents who made you sleep on the porch

i saw you years later at your younger sisters (who was my age and friend) funeral

even though you were 6 years my senior thanks to Facebook we became friends, even if only online

i saw  you at local music shows because you were a bad ass bass player

we connected on an artistic level because you were a successful graphic designer

our friendship was getting tighter than that night happened, the night that would change your life forever

you had an independent magazine and your budding interest in journalism (this was at the time of the heightened opioid epidemic in the news) and you met John on Facebook, a self stylized  anti-heroin vigilante

Armed with your $5000 video camera to document this vigilante’s heroics you drove to parking lot to meet him and he insisted you drive his (unbeknownst to you) heavily armored vehicle.

i was there to follow you in the news, i was there to write to you while you served some jail time prior to your trial, i was there for your plea deal and release. I was there for you the entire two years after when your whole life had become tainted.

When even as much time you spent helping Allentown’s Homeless, people still considered you a criminal in this guilty until proven innocent backwards society of the 21st Century.

I wish I was there that day you called me and left a cryptic message that you wanted to ask for forgiveness for every wrong you ever caused me. How you wanted to beg and kiss my feet and hug me till the end of time. This was 1 week before your 55th b-day which unfortunately would be your death day.

You overdosed on what you set out on a crusade against. I miss you to this day Dean. 

Although, last night I dreamt of you. I reassured you that you had purpose. I made you happy. You whispered something in my ear that I couldn’t make out, but I woke up feeling so pleased. Thanks for the visit bro, I’m glad I was able to tie up some loose ends for you.

In Memory of Dean Smith (who I’ve known since 1974, but was friends with from 2009-2018) A man of strong moral convictions, character and creativity. 


Published by mattsnyder1970

Matt Snyder has been making a dent in the creative community in North Eastern Pennsylvania since 1988. He’s been involved in showcasing his art in Exhibits in area Galleries & Spaces as well as online. Mr. Snyder is a real renaissance man. He doesn’t just dabble in the fine arts but has been known to grace the following kinds of things with his presence: Live Sound Mixing, Radio Production, Television Production, Short Films(Acting/Editing/Writing/Directing), Animations, Costume Character Performance, Dance, Music, Djembe Drumming, Theater (Writing/Acting/Directing/Props Management/Stage Management), Self Published Comics & Zines, Written & Slammed Performance Poetry, Sculpting Animal Figurines, Designing Tee Shirts, Photography Film & Digital, Painting (Acrylics), Drawing (Pen & Ink, Pastel, Colored Pencil, Sharpies, Crayons), Mixed Media, Collage, Paper Art, The Brooklyn Art Library & The Sketchbook Project, Blue Turtle ComiX, Just an Average Day Comic, Toxic Shock & Other Abnormalities of the Inner Being Zine as well as the culinary arts. His passion is the arts, his life is as a married humanitarian bisexual politically unaffiliated pacifist working as a Digital Preservation Archivist since 1999. Matt currently resides in an apartment with his equally creative wife of 7 years ,Jess and their cat Nigel.

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