"Listen, man It may soon be time For you to guard a dying man Until the angels come Let's not chat about dispair If you are a man (and not a coward) You will grasp the hand of him denied by mercy Until his breath becomes you own."
Since we share most of the same friends, he wanted me to post in his absense, he lost his internet connection earlier this week, and we have no idea when he'll be back. Let me know if you want to get in touch with him.