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Ten A.M.

Ten A.M.
I’ve been cleaning the house up over the weekend. There certainly is a lot of *shit* to clean up, but I think the hardest part for me was taking a carload to Salvation Army; it was a strong act of finality that I had to experience. That and getting crazy Drunk with William and Daniel on Saturday night.

Sadly, someone very close to Dan was brutally attacked this weekend. I had known him too, as we were in some of the same circles, but it certainly didn’t affect me like those closer to him, or indeed Mike himself. My understanding of his current situation is one of finality as well, which makes mine seem trivial at best.

One thought on “Ten A.M.

  1. P.J. says:

    Sorry to hear about your friend's friend. It's amazing how something like that can put life into perspective.