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Sport 34: Winter 2006

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I lost track of him for a few years, and then ran into him one super-cold winter's day. We were both kind of downtrodden. We didn't really know each other that well, we started up a conversation, a semi-strangers' encounter, two strangers talking about music. He told me to listen to some Blood Necklace. I never did. I told him to listen to some Theoretical Girls. There we were on the corner of Right Street and Williams Road. I liked his consistency, his clarity. He always said he admired the way I kept my spirits up. There was no false sentiment between us. And there he was in Lucy's garden. I arrived after all the food had gone and in the dark he was lying right across the picnic table, his toes folded back under the ice pack. I'm not sure how it happened. The last time I saw him he took a step away from me and said it was so he could tell whether or not I'd changed.