~~

one was beside himself & then

ostensibly irate for a semester;

one committed suicide...while

reading my sloppy copy of (The

Wall is Where my) Heaven’s Gone

and mixing vodka with Zoloft ~ he was

doomed to misery anyway; …several,

especially one, aptly named The Hood,

were buoyantly supportive; …& one

offered me sex (I said yes, absolutely,

& she kept offering for about a year,

 then she got a tattoo and moved to

a coastal ville in La Libertad, Peru)

 She sent me a postcard/bookmark

& a warn copy of The Ninth Insight

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