dammit don...

he lived it a bit hard on the edge. why didn't he take care of himself? i know that he loved being alive. no doubt. today i realized: we can do a lot about our health, but we can do nothing about our death. and we all dance between those two things differently. and yea he chose coffee and cigarettes as constant accompaniment. okay.

i got to know him in my irreplaceable lifetime. YES! and the quality of my life is irrevocably exponentially enhanced. even when i forget or can't see it for a moment, its undeniable and is always True. he used to ask me "what is True?" and that Is....