Well, no. No really.

It was funny though, I had to play bodyguard for a friend.

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I’ve been meaning to talk about my brother, Ian, for a long time.

It’s not an easy topic. And I’m sorry this is really long.

Let’s start with the end. Suicide. Cremation. His ashes interred with a rubber Bullwinkle; “Eeek!” he’d have said, “A moose!”

That’s the easy part of the story. For the rest I have to reach back to my earliest childhood, and to a time I’ve blocked completely from my memory as children will with tragedy.

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An odd memory just came to me.

I was in the middle of a conversation and described something as ‘Like watching moss grow” and the person I was IMing with said “or watching flies fucking”

Now, I laughed for a while at that. The idea was so deeply odd and it’s not a phrase I can say I’d ever heard before. But somehow it brought back vivid recall of a moment.

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