October 17, 2011


Luckily I got to spend some time with Tweeka and took him to an off-Broadway show last year. He hated it. Maybe it killed him?

Today I mourn the loss of a very dear friend, John Tweeka Barber aka Tweeka Weed, who I knew from Atlanta and Orlando. Tweeka would frown on tears, so in her memory, check out this triumphant moment in my dear sister's wacky and joyful life which brought happiness and laughter to so many. I'll miss those 4AM calls--in which he usually drunkenly muttered that his mom's cock was bigger than mine.