We celebrated Eddie’s birthday this past weekend. It was a perfect night—fried chicken, tequila, cake, street fighter, best friends. A bunch of people texted me and it made my heart hurt a lot.
Grief is very complex. It has a thousand voices. If you ask, “what are you most sad about?” All the voices speak at once so you can’t hear the answer or do anything to help yourself. But that is a stupid question to ask anyway.
Grateful for all my friends, a gentleman, having the most photo rays on my face, guile, little joy bartenders, lord Beasley, receiving gifts on your birthday, busy work life, being held, bracelets, kids in my apartment, holding hair, what someone said about you, ai dogs, 4am.
1:22 am.
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