I miss Dag.

[sistawendy]

It's on nights like this, when I have nothing planned, that I used to hit dagard up and see if he was up for drinks or eetz on Broadway. At least as often as not, he was. I'd regale him with tales about my dating or my son. He was full of advice that I usually felt free to disregard.

God damn it, man. You were more than six years younger than I am, for fuck's sake.

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[loree.livejournal.com]

I keep bouncing back and forth between survivors' guilt and being so goddamned mad at him. I never wanted to be the messenger of death.

[sistawendy.livejournal.com]

Did the medical examiner tell you anything about how he died? I hate to poke at you, but I have no one else to poke. It matters to me.