Dear Skirt, Please know I opt for cremation.

I went to a funeral. It’s no excuse for not writing you all- actually the greatest pain gives way to the greatest poetry, usually. But I’ve been selfish, and introspective, and now that I’m back out in reality I have no spiritual insights to offer you. Another reason why I’ve not written, because there’s nothing to write! I won’t worry you with the details of the funeral, the college buddy who dies suddenly at 28 of a stroke from left field. How horribly fake and unlike himself he looked as a corpse. I will say that when the drugs wear off I will come back to you, in full swing. In full spring, during this time of spring, I promise. But for now I will say that life is short, so don’t be a bitch. Don’t be rude. There is nothing wrong with assuming the best in people and erroring on the side of good instead of evil. I can’t bring myself to write any more Hallmark Card sayings, because if you’re not going through the same thing, then to you it doesn’t matter. It never matters until it’s gone. So for the record I will say that one thing I said up there, and when it comes your turn to put a friend to rest, you can reference this, and I can say I told you so.