We lost a good one this week, a soldier no
longer reporting for duty –
his war over; he wore it as well as he could, I
guess. If you asked me to take a guess
on who might succumb – and how fucking gross
and dumb – I might just have stammered his
name. But that doesn’t mean that it wasn’t
a shock, hasn’t knocked me for six – doesn’t
sting more than just a bit. Suicide is
never nice, is hardly talked about (talked about
hardly – because it’s hard, because it hurts us, because
Speculation isn’t wise, isn’t nice; is never fun, shouldn’t
be done. And confirmation makes you wince.
You had a unique energy – you were firecracker mad; may
your dance continue…I hope you paint your masterpiece.