Thursday, July 13, 2006
Bud's Last Supper
Everyday around noon, when Ron was still in the office, Bud would badger him at noon. "Ron, what's for lunch?" Ron, who has proven than man can survive on caffiene and nicotine, would always tell him he wasn't hungry. Now that Ron's gone, he asks me. One day he would buy, then I would. He was 69...
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