Edward Hevrin died today. On his website read a quote, “I would rather spend the rest of my life chasing a dream, then dreaming about a dream I never chased.” The quote is from no one in particular. Unless of course you were an Edward Hevrin fan and then you’d be impressed by the fact he attributed the quote to himself.

Singer, actor, model, dreamer, propelled by the compliments his grandmother paid him as a boy he’d set his sights on the fame and promise of NYC. Like so many others of amateur status he was out paced by the city he chose to call home. His desire burned far brighter than his talent. Smart enough to stay away from drugs and prostitution, still his lucky break never came. The body has not been recovered. Only the remnants of the dream have. A discarded head-shot in glossy black and white, lying in a box with other bric-a-brac from his shared apartment. The box gapes open to the day for all to see. In solidarity with Edward autumn leaves release their grasp to descend and gather inside the space he leaves behind. Listen closely, their brittle rustle will serve as the only applause for this final act.

Oh but there were moments, bit parts, and walk-on’s for shows like Law & Order, Guiding Light, and Fear Factor. But it seems the part he was born to play takes place behind the counter of a Cinnabon at $8.35 an hour.

Edward Hevrin died today. It’s Ed now, or Ed again, as he stands in line at Port Authority waiting to buy a return ticket on a Greyhound bus back to the Pennsylvania town he grew up in, probably somewhere close to York.

By guest contributing writer, Nathan Walker