8 March 2002
2:47 PM: This should have been a happy, funny entry about how long johns make everything better about life in Poland, and about how I finally ended up getting a ton of money and went to Krakow, which is amazingly beautiful and cool and old and romantic and cobblestoned and a great movie theater and all that.
But I stayed a couple extra days in Poland, so I didn't get home until last Saturday, and I've been disoriented and lazy since then, and now that's all beside the point.
Because yesterday I found out that one of my best friends, Saul, killed himself. Probably a few days ago. His roommate found him Wednesday night.
Saul was funny and snarky and bitter and impossible to get a straight answer from about anything serious or personal. I knew he was having a hard time - he'd been out of work for over a year - but I never had a clue, really. I saw him the day before I left, for Bob's sake! He just seemed ... Saulish. Like always.
This sucks. We're figuring out how to take care of his things, and arranging a wake and maybe a dinner or something non-bar-related, and it's wrong, it's just wrong. He's supposed to go see Rhinoceros with us Sunday, damn it. Everything I'm doing and thinking is far too grownup and old. I don't really believe it. I don't know what I think.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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