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I miss you, Spaulding Gray. Meet me at Snowy's. I'll wait. He'll set me up with cheap shots and special extras. I'll be on the deck, eating take out from Cantina's, watching as the sun sets over Phnom Penh just over the Mekong. We won't say a word when you arrive. Just exchange a knowing smile over our cocktails and go back to gazing across the water.
January is equal parts mirth over the excess of friends' and heros' birthdays and grief at the anniversaries of untimely deaths.
January is equal parts mirth over the excess of friends' and heros' birthdays and grief at the anniversaries of untimely deaths.