So I begin to think that LaBrasca paid hard for the reserve, the equanimity, the centeredness and the humor that were both the means and ends of his life. But I also know that he was acutely and passionately aware of the prices to be paid in his or any life, and that he paid gladly to be what he was. Maybe if he’d been more like the rest of us, he would have lived longer. But then he wouldn’t have been LaBrasca, and that would have been too high a price to pay.
From “Letters at 3 AM: In the Light of Goodbye — Bob LaBrasca, 1943-1992,” L.A. Weekly, Oct. 16-22, 1992. Michael Ventura’s column has appeared in The Austin Chronicle since 1993. A wide selection of his writing is available for no fee at michaelventura.org.