I knew Vadim for close to 10 years or so. He did always make things more interesting, and yes he was a very great guy(unless you had managed to get on his badside). Unfortunately, like many ,he did had a bad drug habit. That was the very first question that I asked when I got the call that he had passed from this world..."Was it a drug overdose?" But instead of thinking of all the bad things about Vadim and his last fews years of life, I prefer to remember his early days.... The first time I ever met Vadim was in Market Square, outside of the Mercury. He was talking to Frank Dajcar and I had this little pearl handled plastic gun stuck in the back of my skirt. So I walked over to Frank( and anybody that knows Franks surely remembers how paranoid he is
) and I pulled out the fake gun and stuck it into his back and said "Blam!Your dead!" And of course Frank freaked out but Vadim about busted a nut laughing and we instantly hit it off as friends...And later on that night he ended up chasing me around Market Sqaure with one of the Gigantoid Coachroaches that are always crawling around the Sqaure....Yucky!
Ahh! the early days of listening to his stories about his "Big Red Cock".I finally had to ask him....Vadim, why is it red?"
Can anyone guess his response?
"Becauze eat's alwayz reddy to FOCK!"(End Russian accent now)
We had some good times and he will definatley be missed.
Here's to Vadim. I wish I could have made it to the services.
