October 30th, 2013

Halloween.
Down here it's a spring thing; a beginning rather than an end.  And a personal anniversary- twenty-one summers since we sat by the river and he said it and I told him he was fucking insane.
He's still insane and I'm still a skeptic but it's worked out alright.
Minimal arterial spray.
Bodycount... low single figures.

Let's drink to the lost.  The bridge is open tonight; pay the coin, cross over and tell them everything you should have said when you had your chance.
It's anodyne, and styptic, if nothing else.
Be safe.  Trip with a friend.  Think twice about spandex.   

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