Wilson has exited our lives with as much understated grace as he entered them. I was walking down the street one evening and suddenly got this feeling I couldn't shake, the feeling that something was absent. In such moments, I look to Wilson for comfort. Behold--this time, when I looked to Wilson, Wilson was not there! The space he once occupied as dark and empty as the dance school beneath!
RIP Wilson the Cardboard Cutout
November 2010 - April 2012
We miss you, Wilson
Your rooftop gangsta dance stance.
Salsa in our dreams.
NOOOOOOOOOO!!
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