Seeing OB for the last time, moving him, my desire to be the one to take care of him in those final moments together. At least he never saw it coming. I have to think hard to see OB as he was in life, happy always smiling. Instead, my first thought is his poor batteredContinueContinue reading “Last Time”
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RC East to the Upper East Side
There we were no shit, no lie. At least nine of us huddled around in a semi- circle. Staring with unblinking eyes. Every syllable met with a stern shushing and always a late “Shut the fuck up!” as our eyes drank in every bit of the situation laid out in front of us. The toweringContinueContinue reading “RC East to the Upper East Side”