shit, man... for real?

January sucked. In the worst kind of way.

On the 21st, dear Mr. Tim colicked and died. That was terrible, though I'm grateful that I was there and could help him go out as peacefully as possible.

Chris came over and held on to me that night, and gave me a shoulder to cry on and fed the dogs and talked to me for hours about risk and loss and love and death.

On the 30th, he fell 200 feet while ice climbing, broke his neck, and died.

www.chrishunnicutt.com

His memorial sevice is tomorrow.

Dammit, I loved that kid.

For fuck's sake.






Other shit happened too, but I don't want to talk about it right now.