Reading about him in the paper got to me a bit. The articles touched on the man I knew he was; they were articles that would have never been written when he was alive.
He was one I would do favors for at the request of a mutual friend. He knew the value of a secret and he knew I we had that in common.
A random note in my random notes for my random blog for random thoughts for
puppies for cats for for lizard for Apple pie for space cadets for rain for
sleet for the Canadian rapper, Snow…
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I have 1 million notes in my head and 1 million other notes from other
people Kept in the place where my bathing suit covers. I’m sitting on a
tiny litt...
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