There are no words.
I had a phone call today that still, six hours later, feels like a hallucination: One of my oldest friends in D.C. is dead. Suddenly, senselessly.
I sent him an e-mail last night. I don't even know how to think of him as gone.
Shel Silverstein: Runny Babbit: A Billy Sook
Tboy's Christmas was a silly one.
The Pajama Game
Tboy's Christmas was a campy one.
James Ivory et al.: The Wild Party
Raquel Welch. No, really.
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I had a phone call today that still, six hours later, feels like a hallucination: One of my oldest friends in D.C. is dead. Suddenly, senselessly.
I sent him an e-mail last night. I don't even know how to think of him as gone.
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