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After three long nights of Dead & Company the LSD was wearing down and the Guinness had taken hold. Stage lights still flashed behind my retinas in strobes of red and blue. Bobby’s cracked and aged baritone echoed in my ears. It was the 60th anniversary celebration of the Grateful Dead, featuring Dead & Company…
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One Last Time A few days, after I overdosed, maybe a week—I don’t know how long because all the days blur into the same dull apathy as I numb my mind and slowly fade into amorphous oblivion—my girlfriend whom we’ll call Serenity catches on to my decline. She comes home from work to wake me…
Grateful I'm Not Dead 