I Embalmed My Friend

The date was January 12, 1995.

Although a cold, Minnesota January evening, I inhaled and exhaled quietly into the Minnesota night. My shallow breaths produced a vaporish like cloud, slowly dissipating with each step closer to my Isuzu pickup truck. Cars were buzzing by me on East Seventh Street, as I was wondered where all these people were going.

My light beige truck…

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