
In the last year of our friendship he was becoming weak, I would find him on the floor unable to get up. ...and he was hallucinating, would call me, telling me there was a little gypsy in the corner of the room. I would go over and remove the pile of clothes and wheelbarrow from the corner, but he still saw it.
Mike was brilliant and passionate, he had a soul. I went to Mexico city for two months but left friends to watch over him. He died while I was gone.