I spent all day yesterday trying to write a kinky story while the death of Isaac Kappy weighted heavily on my mind. It was a mess; both on the writing end and on the impact it had on my own persona.
I neither liked nor disliked Kappy. We met some weeks previous to his sudden fame via periscopes and endless rants on live-streams. We exchanged a lot of emails back then, and even got to Skype once or twice.