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It’s only cold right now
Mark killed himself.
I didn’t know Mark. He was someone I’d see in passing, little more than a nod and smile to on occasion. He seemed nice enough, and pleasant, too. In fact, I can think of no indication that he’d be the type.
The Type. Isn’t it funny how people who [...]

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It’s not News. It’s Fox
I sat there, gape mouthed, watching as Fox played a seemingly endless string of video. Idiot children playing in the woods, shooting an arsenal of weaponry with absolutely no sense of responsibility whatsoever.
They took no aim, firing shotguns and handguns and rifles with horrible technique, excited simply by the smell of [...]

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It’s okay, Boston.
Right now, the feeling of hoplessness has to be just about as bleak as it is in the Windy City. From Bucky Fuckin’ Dent to Steve “What the Fuck are you doing?!” Bartman (The only way his surname would have been any more ironic is if it had been Steve Homerman…D’oh!!), to Aaron [...]

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Old soldiers never die…
Monday night last, Mr. Vance retired.
I first met Mr. Vance when I was 10 years old. Me and Brandon and Scott and Brian and Jeff were in the basement, learning all about tying a knot, or whatever it was that Webelos did back then.
Honestly, all I can remember about those meetings was [...]

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A decade’s worth of thoughts…
10 years is a long time.
You haven’t aged a day. You look exactly the same as I remembered you. Same goes for you. And you. You were taller. Or was I shorter? You put on so much weight, and it’s all on your face. I distributed mine well, at least. Serves [...]

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