It's sad how, after someone dies, all their friends come together and say nice things and promise to stay in touch and get together... And then they mostly don't. Not anyone's fault - life happens and people get busy and bills and sports and holidays happen.
I saw my friend Nixon
again last night in a dream. He came over, didn't say a word, and gave me a hug. In my dream, I cried, because I was happy to see him. When I woke up, I smiled, because I was happy to see him.
Nixon, your friends and I need to do a better job of staying in touch. Thanks for bringing us together.
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