More and more people from my life have died over the years, which is to be expected. With rare exceptions, though, they’re not the ones who deserved it. The people who ought to be dead, like me, just keep chugging along.

Bill Brent, my friend 

Bruno, my friend


Denise, a co-worker

Hate Man  

Joe Gallo, my friend

Kevin, a neighbor

Margaret, once my girlfriend

Ralph, my brother

Stephanie, my wife 

Stu, my friend. 


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