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December 20, 2007
How did it feel to freeze to death in a drift of snow in Vermont almost a decade ago, my dear sweet friend? Were your eyes open to see your last breaths, evaporating, hanging in the frigid air above your still, shivering body? In your drunken stupor, did you have any idea you were about to die? I would like to think you knew nothing, felt nothing, that the alcohol had numbed your mind and body so completely that you were unaware you were shutting down, if only for that night’s sleep.

Did you wish for a blanket? A bed?