Thursday, April 29, 2010

Baa


I think I finally shucked my 3 a.m. rendezvous. My pal loosens his grip gradually. One of these days he may leave permanently.

I find myself in a blue funk again. I grow weary of this. I see the doc Wednesday. Maybe we can figure something out. I guess I want an easy answer and that does not exist.

My friend tells me I have always fled from death. She said yours and Bruce's have hit so hard because I am seeing my own mortality. I can agree to that. I also know in my heart the feeling (condition, whatever it is) is more complicated than that.

Sad, sad, sad.

I miss you, dude.

Later.


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