When my best friend in graduate school, Mike Swan, died of auto-erotic asphixiation in 1986, I grieved for him through an entire quarter, 3 months. I knew him for 2 years, 24 months. That means I grieved for him 1/8 of the time I knew him.
I knew Will for 50 years and a bit.
1/8 of 50 years is 6 years and 3 months.
By my calculations I have 4 years and 2 months left to shape up and move ahead.
That's a load off my mind! And now I have the quantitative ability to tell people why they should just go fuck off when they tell me to move ahead.
Think I'll light up another one because it's 4:20 somewhere!
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