Dear Wigleaf,

Remember Jim? Baldhead. Glasses. We called him the hairless Mexican, even though he wasn't a Mexican (yep, Maugham). He was living out of a suitcase for a number of years. Had a van to crash in. Was hooked on opioids. That was really his life's ambition: scoring opioids.

He's gone now. Dead. Probably an overdose. There was no mention of it in his service—out of respect, I presume. Though, in my opinion, whitewashing over the truth is the most disrespectful thing you can do.

Do you think about him ever? Does he cross your mind?

It's cold here. 16 fahrenheit. Frigid! I'm eating well and exercising, and I got a cheap Fitbit to monitor my regimen. Every mile I clock is a milestone. Green bars mean I'm doing better.

Take care,
JC




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