"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

In the 5th of April of 1994 you shot yourself in the head.
I don’t know why but i can’t believe that you actually did it.
I mean, how could you, you had a daughter and a wife and amazing friends and a all life ahead of you, but you did it. You garbed a gun and you shot yourself in the head.
And for some reason here i am 21 years latter writing to you. When I was born you ware dead for 3 years.
I’m not part of the Nirvana generation, but your music has always been there for me, it has been with me in the happy and in the sad moments. Does that mean that you are kind of a guardian angel?
At least you are, to me. I know that like me there are a million other people, so thank you, thank you for that.
I know that even tho you killed yourself, you gave life to many other, you helped them not to do what you did.
Some people come to the world with a mission or a reason, others live long lives and make no difference.
Your life was short, but you left such a big mark behind you.
You didn’t live in vain. In away you are still alive, your heart beats when someone in the world plays your music. Your lungs breath when someone writes a stupid leather to you.
Thank you Kurt.