Sometimes you lose. Maybe it's a person who never showed roots by speaking of anyone before you.... someone who turned putting away groceries into a real produce adventure....someone who'd been to many places and whose face wore every postmark.... a little dirty maybe, a little flawed, but no papier-mache build-up, no cardboard heart. A person who never made you feel you were only kicking distance from the curb.... and conversationally brought out every note of the keyboard-- though who would more simply call it, "talking some good shit." Wish I could have tied bells to the coffin so that something like that voice could forever go on ringing. But then, like I already told, sometimes you lose.