Double Trouble

I'm sorry I did not study you as much as I should have. It was an education I needed, but apparently did not want enough. Now I find myself wanting. It was a sublime act of stupidity--assuming I knew enough; believing I had taken all I had to. Late nights could have had more meaning had they been devoted to discovery; energy better spent had it been on hitting nickel.

Now, as I struggle to find something I fear is impossibly lost, I look to you for direction.

27 days to the day of your untimely death eighteen years ago.

Salut, Stevie.