Like Many People, I Feel Like Celebrating.

Your Friendship With Her-it Sleeps With The Fishes.

And Then It Was The Kind Of Dark Your Eyes Never Adjust To.

All Hurt Is Brain Hurt.

The Side Effects Of Dying In Your Pants Isn't Really Funny… Alright, It's A Little Funny.

All Along — Not Only Since She Left, But For A Decade Before — I Had Been Imagining Her Without Listening, Without Knowing That She Made As A Poor A Window As I Did. And So I Could Not Imagine Her As A Person Who Could Feel Fear, Who Could Feel Isolated In A Roomful Of People, Who Could Be Shy About Her Record Collection Because It Was Too Personal To Share. Someone Who Might Have Read Travel Books To Escape Having To Live In The Town That So Many People Escape To. Someone Who — Because No One Thought She Was A Person — Had No One To Really Talk To.