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"drastic measures are not as necessary as you think."

reading the little note inside my fortune cookie today, i couldn't help but think of bob.  i've been thinking about him a lot lately, and it's the same image every time: teal zip-up, bald head, perched on the school steps, but in his own world.  although we were more friends in passing than anything else, there was something about his quiet strength and sense of self that has stuck with me, long after we left rome and even still after his death. 

take a look at this if you have the time. and if you're one of the loyal few still reading this silly blog, then i hope you know that i'm always around if you need me.