How to Mark the End of Time
My best friend, Patrick, died this year. I've told you all kinds of things about him, about our cut glass friendship and the way we knew something mystical and beyond-paper important about each other. I can't tell you about him today. I'm too melancholy. Tomorrow would have been his birthday, but today is the more important day. We always celebrated Birthday Eve as the bigger of the two days. Today is that day.
I'm going to mark the date, bury another piece of his body I found under my skin. I will drive into the red canyons, to a secret place we both knew, a place where we once wanted to attend a sweat lodge ceremony but our laughter and side roads mentality made us two hours late and the shaman pointed us back on the pavement. I won't be late tonight. Wish me good dreams and luck and a visit from my guardian owl spirit.
8:47:07 AM 
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