Pete Matzdorff, R.I.P
Just got this from Allison, who got it from Marie:
Subject: R.I.P Pete Matzdorff
Body: you might not know that Pete came down with the
leukemia in July. he fought it as hard as he could
but on mon. January 7 he lost his fight..
we will all miss him.
I do miss him.
Pete Matzdorff was my roommate in San Francisco for a year shortly after I got sober.
I didn’t like Pete all the time, but I did love him. And I felt a mystical connection to him because we were both born the same day and the same year.
Pete was a sexy, troubled, smart, punk rock body builder. Pete was a man’s man who worked on the docks in Hunter’s Point as a welder while everyone else I knew was either waiting tables or designing Websites for a living.
Guys wanted to be him, and girls wanted to be with him.
I saw him in LA about three years ago. He walked up to me from across the street, had seen me and recognized me. Out of the corner of my eye, as he walked up, I thought it was Henry Rollins.
Chatted a minute, he seemed happy to see me, asked for my phone number. I gave him my number, number, he never called.
Pete had his demons.