Matty Baranovski was beated to death over a pack of cigarettes in Toronto sometime two years ago; this morning on my drive in to work, I was greeted with the news that his half-brother had died in a freak car accident with his father driving. The only problem is that the father is still in the hospital in critcal condition, unaware that another of his sons has died. I don’t know if I’d want to wake up.

In other news, I got a haircut. If that seems a anti-climatic counterpoint to the above story, I would agree it is. I got a haircut, someone’s son died. These things happened in the same night. While I was happily having my hair snipped, a spirit left its body. That’s sobering, but it happens all the time. It’s a wonder humans aren’t more sober. Maybe it’s a greater wonder how strong our powers of ignorance are.

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