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Joshua Tree I finally had a decent night's sleep last night, crawling into bed early, replete from a wonderful dinner and a bottle of champagne with Afsun and Em. We had done the usual rounds. Work talk. Life talk. Home talk. Family talk. Love talk. Sex talk. And always bitch talk. It felt strange to walk home passing those who were just heading out for the evening. But I knew that I had to get up early to battle with the templates that I had so blithely dropped in Ter's lap the day I left for Austin. Very early this morning I grabbed a pile of CDs and unthinkingly dropped the first one in. How is it that, so many years later, songs can cause so much pain? I couldn't bring myself to listen to The Joshua Tree for so many years. I thought I had forgotten, I thought it wouldn't matter any more. But I was immediately side swiped by the memory of a drive, a mad dash across a bleak, southern Ontario landscape, rushing towards Six Nations, a church and a funeral that no one wanted to attend. A life cut terribly short, a horrible death of a man who was just getting everything sorted out. A little bit of that has lingered with me all day - tugging at the corners of my thoughts. I know now that I will never forget... Nor should I want to. March 19, 2000
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