Master of melancholy. Seeker of meaning. or at least, of truth. I danced to Jerry Garcia’ music on vinyl when I was small not knowing what the lyrics meant but understanding that they moved something deep inside me.

When I grew up, I cut the shit talk and spoke in plain truths at the exact moment to provide the emotional heft. And then I shut the fuck up.

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