live rust

happy music gives way to neil young and there you are, don, playing it loud outside the window, trying to piss off paper mag.

I didn’t know you were an addict. I knew you were a drunk — seriously, we all were — but I didn’t know you had or were headed for heroin. You were so alive, so engaged — how does heroin fit in with that?

I wish I could talk with others who knew you, but I don’t talk to them any more, only Greta and she’s too fragile. I wish i knew.