When I was fourteen me, my brother and my mother moved to a new place, and I was lucky to have an easy transition despite the particular stage of hormonial horror I was in. That was mainly thanks to Michael Jackson, computer games and a fuck-all sentiment towards the world, which ironically made me a lot of new friends at the place during the year we lived there. Heck, I even had a girlfriend for a while.

One of my friends was a very well-built kid people used to call Cartman. He used to imitate Cartman too. It took for them to show me the glory of South Park one day for me to understand what they meant. And after they did, that guy became the closest RL Cartman lookalike I’ve ever seen. The next summer Chef’s Chocolate Salty Balls topped the hitlists in Norway.

Then I recieved news from Pauly about Hayes’ death:

On August 10, 2008, Hayes’ wife found him on the floor near a treadmill at his home located just east of Memphis, Tennessee. A Shelby County, Tennessee sheriff’s deputy responded to Hayes’ home. He was taken to Baptist Memorial Hospital in Memphis, where he was pronounced dead at 2:08pm, at the age of 65. The cause of death was not immediately known, though the stroke he suffered in 2006 is considered a factor. At the time of his death, he was preparing his first new studio album since 1995.
Wikipedia: Isaac Hayes’ stroke and death

It’s always sad when someone go young, despite cult-ties and religious bigotry. RIP.