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2004-12-14 | 8:36 p.m.

Screw any optimism, screw flowy semantic speedball. HE MAY DIE BY NEW YEAR'S. The ever-jubilant, lanky, clean-shaven man, his down-to-earth sensibility just radiating from him; he's confined to a hospital bed and hates it, any little bit of hope was dashed by the doctor who denied him a return home just for the holidays, offhandedly citing "bad test results" and crushing his barely rebuilt ego. Should I be giving a damn about college? I've already been accepted to a respectable one, why go for the impossible goal? Should I care about maintaining the image of a decent human being? Why? Why should any of this matter when the man who was more of a father figure to me than my own father (in some respects) is dying, thousands of miles away, and there's nothing I can do about it? What the fuck, guys?

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