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.
draftttttttttttWet Naps at The Regal Beagle…
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*Okay*
*maybe *
*I’m stupid *
*or **maybe **I’m just stupid*
*But I bet you a million dollars *
*that I'm *
*totally *
*stupid*
*or at the leas...
6 days ago
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