I’m too tired, and the mourning subsides only to allow the calm to grab just enough of a hold so that the next stab of shock and anxiety hits like a brick to the face. Here’s the theme: Ross loved jam music. He was a Deadhead, but he also loved Otis Redding. Derek Trucks was a newer fascination, and I already talked about how he would come in and ask about bands like Caravan and older Genesis. God, he was a pain in the ass, but he was also a sweetheart. Next to me is a bag dropped off for my birthday last week, a set of notebooks from Moleskine, including a monogrammed soft leather notebook and a hardcover slipcase volume for logging movies. He knew me, covered for me, and cared.

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