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July 8, 2007
Jack doesn’t look so good, and he knows it, too. His clothes are rumpled and his eyelashes are matted together, but dammit, Jack used to be my best friend and today we’re going to the zoo. He’s funny, still, the guy’s a fucking riot. He used to do this thing, when we’d go drinking—anyway, he smokes a lot, now, sucks down cigarettes one after another. And he coughs a lot, too, and he doesn’t talk as much, but Jack was my best friend and today he wants to see a rhinoceros and so we’re gonna see some animals, dammit.