We sat outside with the setting sun in our faces, cars and buses riding along Telegraph Avenue beside us, catching up, drinking, gossiping, handing over a few bucks as necessary, and it wasn’t even a funeral or a wake because I could somehow clearly hear everything nice everyone said to and about me.
Wake
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