I am Christian's cousin. My name is Pierre and I'm living in Montreal. I always had a close affiliation with Chris because of our philosophy of life. Actually I smoke my first joint with him, at my aunt's place in a high rise near the twin towers. Boy was I stoned!
He came and visited me in Montreal a few times. He was such a sweet and unusual guy. Always loved him. I went to crash at his place in Brooklyn a few years back. Around midnight as I was trying to get some sleep, a band started to jam right above his apartment. It went on for hours...the drum, electric guitar; it blew my mind. Next morning I ask Chris what the fuck was going on upstairs, how did he managed to find sleep under all that noise and how come nobody complained? He told me they were russians that recently moved in and they dig music and in the building there's sort of an unwritten code allowing everyone to do as they please. It was perfectly normal for him. Good thing I didn't travel with my mom because she would have raised hell. Still that was Chris to me. Live and let live. He had the kindest smile. I'll miss him.
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Pierre-
Sounds like the true Chris experience. I'm sure he took
you to all the finer locations
in NYC.
-Tom P.
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