Normal. You, too?
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What's normal, I ask?
I watched my late-life mentor/recent friend/devout Buddhist John Haydon die at 53, consumed by a cancer of absolutely no use to human progress. The cancer occupied John's torso without mercy and killed him, painfully.
Normal?
Guess not. Hope not. Are we there yet?
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Before my first kiss, that night, under bug lights, in a reputedly "bad" part of town (where we danced right now), I figured life would turn out pretty normal.
"In the end."
Who knew what the END was? I was a freshman in high school. I was a brain attached to a bag of bones. Catastrophe at that point? Kathy's virgin breaths that evening tasted of green apples. Why not? Kathy was as pure as a newborn. No male lips on her lips. No fingers up her blouse wandering. No insertion ... what the fuck???