Wednesday, February 18, 2015


Recently I saw a photograph of a man holding another man and the first man was holding a cigarette and the second man was holding a beer. I was struck by their youth, by their excitement, by their sneers, by their tipsies, by their lips, by what their lips might have been saying, by how they knew how to hold a beer, how they knew how to hold a cigarette, how they knew how to hold each other – we forget that as we grow older, and then we grow old, and we smile about what we forget.

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