Aug 18, 2019
"Around 10 a.m. my journalist friend Paul called and asked me to meet him at the mortuary in Woodstock, and to be prepared to view a corpse. He wouldn’t say more."
Aug 4, 2019
"On the fateful day he got up, threw away his remaining shoes, the ones he hadn’t eaten—just two pairs, chewed the last strip of leather he had been saving for that day, followed by a slice of toast, and then went to work."