Poem: We Bonded Over Sonny Rollins and Faith No More And Lenny Kravitz And So Much More

We lost a good one this week, a soldier no longer reporting for duty -

his war over; he wore it as well as he could, I guess. If you asked me to take a guess

on who might succumb – and how fucking gross and dumb – I might just have stammered his

name. But that doesn’t mean that it wasn’t a shock, hasn’t knocked me for six – doesn’t

sting more than just a bi…