A juggernaut of the blogosphere - Bane - died Monday morning.
OK... maybe he was a juggernaut only to me, but that's how I always pictured him. Bane was my little daily naughty secret, only his blog wasn't really naughty or secret. He would write shit I would never dream to put to paper (or in this case, screen) that would drive a small part of me to hysterical laughter before backing off and saying 'I'm going to hell for laughing at that.'
Bane told it like it was, regardless of the consequences. He wrote for the pleasure of writing and told some incredible stories of his youth as well as incredible stories plucked from the inner workings of his slightly twisted brain. His writing ranged from cute stories about his two youngest children to posts that left political correctness shaking in a corner with tattered bits of clothing all around.
Despite what he tried to lead so many of us to believe, he was a good man. I've never personally met him, but of that fact I'm sure.
Rest in peace, Bane. God has called you home. May you find everlasting peace in his embrace.
