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A man of many words. Profane, profound, loyal to a fault and a right rat bastard. I love the finer things in life: expensive cigars, cheap women and all the salted, cured meats I can eat. A friend to dogs, lover of humanity and despiser of people. If I were King the world would be a better place, because, well...I would be King! Oh, and I like ice cream.

Monday, September 23, 2013

September 23

I'll forget birthdays. I'll forget anniversaries. But this day is etched in my DNA. For me every orbit of the sun begins and ends with this worst bad day.

I have a good, even great life. Much to look back on and much to look forward to. But. But. But.

Yeah, I know. And you know.

Nine years.