Today I watched the sun come up over Lake Washington. I spent an hour with the sentiments of Kurt’s disciples, scratched messages of my own onto the benches of Viretta Park. We travel there in search of Kurt, though we know we’ll never find him.
My favorite bench message was a conversation. One traveler wrote: “who killed Kurt Cobain?” In response, another fan wrote: “not Courtney Love. He killed himself.”
"I miss the friend I never knew" was my contribution. Maybe you’ll find it if you go there someday.