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Day 133 - 145 Oct 3 - Oct 15, Fly home and Break Time

Once upon a time there were two old friends, both the same age as I. One desired to live and for reasons beyond his control, his body blew out and his life jumped away. The other friend has choosen spend his life dimantling his own body with drugs and collapsing the trust and friendships of those that surround him. I saw them both today. One in spirit and the other showed up a harrowing shell of the shining eyes I once knew.

And here is a picture from Hatter's memorial:

The immersed in a hopefully open eyed balance,

Dave Rat