For one year, roughly from Memorial Day 2006, to Memorial Day 2007, I took a photo of myself, (almost always) against my bedroom wall, every time I made a personal appearance at a customer’s. I didn’t wear the same tie with the same shirt twice. Billy managed to get in on one of them too.
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Right now, this somehow appropriately (if cryptically) sums up my absence.
And for the many who’ve asked, Billy has successfully made the transition to Brooklyn, even though we’ve never found a quite suitable frisbee place.
I took Billy out for frisbee. The sky was on fire.
June 18.