Saturday, March 08, 2008
Good Grief
Category: Issue 9And you know what else? I guess we’ll never get to say goodbye properly. And I guess hardly anybody ever does. Heart attack, stroke, beheaded; you know the drill. So goodbye, in advance. Which doesn’t mean I want to say it. Only that I know.
Sitting bolt upright in bed. I’m about to turn 30! I might die!
Sitting bolt upright in bed. My friend, my beloved, is dead.
Sitting bolt upright in bed. I’m about to spend Christmas in (say) Cambodia (or not) with you. Good grief!
Anything could happen.
Anything could happen.
Something will.
Oh, dear.
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