It seems like I haven't had any down time. I can feel myself getting cranky.

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He was a friend of a friend and a friend of another friend. The friends in common come from different and separate parts of our lives so my view of him had a certain depth perception that I think few others had. He probably had a similar binocular view of me.

He was easily misunderstood. He was labeled a racist by some and I, at times, thought that he actually wanted to be one but I don't believe he ever really managed it. I believe his morals and his skewed sense of honor always got in the way.