heroes die young

yesterday a friend died

his name Sven Ruttkowski aka RUTTE

he was one of the most impressive persons ever- a real rough neck always arguing and screaming but at the same time the nicest caring person ever, the best host, a great artist and a very honest person with a big heart. 

he used to talk with this veryvery strong berlin accent which was funny as hell, just to look at him while he was screaming made me laugh my ass off,
he lived to the fullest

when we were tired, depressed and morally because of too much party, the only thing he used to say was,

well I have to dj on the weekend so stop crying

I remember his last birthday in cologne, we had a blast and he was so sweet, he put new sheets on the bed and i felt like a princess. 

he had everything in mind starting with the beer for his birthday til the eggs for our breakfast. 

i love him for that.

he had an heart attack during dj ing which is propably the way he would wanted to leave but it was way too early for him.

just a few days ago we talked via skype and i asked him when hes coming to frankfurt, he told me that hes workin it out- and now he is dead. 

i still cant really belive it and it makes me sad when I see all the people arguing about stupid things, when people are too ego to apologize. 

I got the feeling most people never grant anything, theyre always jealous and they never say, wow Im lucky that he made it that far.

But live is short and Im afraid that our lifestyle is not very healthy for us, 

we have to try to make the most of the time we have.

R.I.P RUTTE