aric with an a

does anyone else my age think about their mortality? I’m not going to say I think about it all the time, but it comes up. Pierre left us not so long ago and I have not one, but two friends, my age, having dealt with cancer. twice. each. before the age of 34. I was with a dear friend’s parents when they had to identify her body and had my childhood pal wave a gun at the police and be taken down - at 16.

and more stories like those.

so yeah, sure - I think about it.

this wasn’t supposed to be dark, is it dark? I’m sorry - look at the photo again. see? light-hearted. fun. erm, sort of.

anyway, after spending yet another day at my little favorite place mentioned below [not Giza, shockingly - the one below that], I thought about how I’d like it to be when I move on.

and wouldn’t this just be a kick in the shin if this is my last post? kidding - again. laugh, please. I’ll post tomorrow so you can see.

anyway, here’s what I’d like - ’cause I don’t want a crappy goodbye.

someone make a list somewhere, and have people sign a little note for me on my next adventure.

then, after a month or so, take a look at the note.

and here’s all I ask:

whomever’s name is above yours on the list, you go and visit within one year.

isn’t that clever!

okay, so there’s that, and a few last requests:

that little street I wrote about in Cairo - I’d like Ryan to go there, order a sweet mint tea and have a few hookahs.

the pub closest to the ocean in Doolin should have Tim & Robin filled with Jameson.

and my favorite German beerhouse in Williamsburg, NY is where Scott should be bought many a dunkelweiss.

that’s it - right that down or make a note. because if I end up having some soppy farewell, I’ll be pissed. and you don’t want to dick a pissed couch-surfing ghost that steals more of your change after his due date than he did while he was around.

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update

not dead, see - didn’t mean for that to be dark. keeping with this theme, though, I decided today to start mailing out one postcard per week. no matter where I am. ’cause getting one from beyond is about the coolest thing you could ever get, no?

okay, I’m done. promise.

<turns off Nick Cave>

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