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[pearwaldorf]

Katie and I weren't the only people to leave flowers and such at the banana. I was kind of worried that we would be the only people who remembered. But, no. Somebody had tacked up this lovely picture of three squares and a heart in the last square. There was a cut-out of the Willamette Week cover they ran after his death right next to it. Somebody folded what I can only presume was a condor out of foil. It was very good--claws and everything. There was a chain of votives that spelled XO, and a lone rose. It was strange, remembering all the people gathered there. I wonder if they thought about where they were this time last year.

this is not my life
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
it's not what i'm like
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
who couldn't get things right
fond farewell to a friend
i see you're leaving me and taking up with the enemy
the cold comfort of the in between
a little less than a human being
a little less than a happy high
a little less than a suicide
the only things that you really tried
this is not my life
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
it's not what i'm like
it's just a fond farewell to a friend
who couldn't get things right
fond farewell to a friend
this is not my life
it's just a fond farewell to a friend