Joined: Sep. 2006
Well, I must say that after our final exchange, which scared me a little, I don't miss his presence. I knew this day would come and felt (and feel) sad about it, but I always felt that the real John was missing, anyway. I guess that's what mental illness does - steal one from oneself. One could not really just talk to him.
He could also make one laugh, I have to admit. And, of course, I'm sorry for his family, and for him. Yes, I have a soft spot too.
Which came first: the shimmy, or the hip?
AtBC Poet Laureate
"I happen to think that this prerequisite criterion of empirical evidence is itself not empirical." - Clive
"Damn you. This means a trip to the library. Again." -- fnxtr