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Wednesday night I had a massive pain flareup towards the end of choir practice, due to some stressy situations that were developing all at once on top of my continued lack of sleep due to working on Transitions. This had me basically incapable of doing anything for several days, and I spent the next few days mostly just lying on the couch and smoking weed.

Yesterday as I was coming out of that haze I learned from my next-door neighbor Joe that my back-yard neighbor Rick died, also on Wednesday night.

It has been over 10 years since the person so many of us knew as Findra passed away. I haven’t spoken much about them or the circumstances of this horrible, tragic event, which has filled me with so many complex emotions for so long, and these feelings have been destroying me. I know that Findra would not want me to be suffering in this way.