That Time
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That Time

That Time (11) We Aren’t Even at Weird Yet

Frankie’s death, in 1999, was the last occasion for my family to gather. I’ll never forget standing in the living room at Ethel’s (and Frankie’s) house after the memorial. I looked at the seven of us and thought, “Frankie was the first of us to die. I wonder who’ll be last.”

I just learned that Frankie and Woodcock were close for a few years before Frankie killed himself. Isn’t is odd that…

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breaking a lifetime of silence

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Eric Jennings

Eric Jennings

dilettante, poet, invocateur, acccidental yogi and dabbler in patamysticism which is the spiritual branch of pataphysics. linktr.ee/patamystic

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