A Book

There’s one. There are two really, one that is probably ridiculously unmarketable and includes stories of holding hands and singing Michael Row Your Boat Ashore while our friend killed himself. Well, not so much killed himself but beat AIDS to the punch. We didn’t help him. No one even touched his things, his legacy couldn’t be our prison sentences. In between the misery there were great love stories.

The other book shows you how to do this. I think people would buy it but I’m not sure why I’d write it.

I like you all enough to respect everyone’s time so I’ll just continue blogging.

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