We Miss You, MCA

I’ve been writing for a long time. In fact, I started when I was just a little boy. I wrote my name. I wrote the word “cat.” As the years passed, I wrote more and more words.

Out of all of the words I’ve committed to the page, my favorite piece, by far, was the essay I wrote the day MCA passed away, entitled Close Encounters with Adam Yauch.

It’s been a year since the we lost Mr. Yauch, so I decided to mark the occasion by posting some Beastie-related stuff. Also, if you’re near Brooklyn today, you can take part in MCA Day. But, hurry up. It starts at 11AM.