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May. 20th, 2010 01:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
johnny9fingersYesterday I took Felix out for lunch, as usual. His decline is getting more and more obvious, and I am sad because I can do little to assist. His ongoing dental problems and his refusal to wear his false teeth have left him with one biting tooth, which is slowly crumbling. It is possible to discern his previous week's menu from his apparel. He smokes 25 grams of tobacco a day. As an aside he does smoke rather inexpertly rolled handmades, and some significant amount of that tobacco ration must be accounted wastage. In comparison, I get through 25 grams in ten days to a fortnight, or even longer. He says he cannot walk for more than a hundred yards because it pains him too much.
He was a brilliant guitarist, excellent mathematician, stalwart member of the track team, and the coolest guy in our year: mainly because he was the young maestro guitarist, and very obviously so.
Sometimes the coolest guys don't get the breaks. He had his place in the sun in a small way and for a short time: but, to quote the ex-biker, we were all so much faster in our youth, and get even quicker every time we remember it.
Still, lunch don't hurt much.
He was a brilliant guitarist, excellent mathematician, stalwart member of the track team, and the coolest guy in our year: mainly because he was the young maestro guitarist, and very obviously so.
Sometimes the coolest guys don't get the breaks. He had his place in the sun in a small way and for a short time: but, to quote the ex-biker, we were all so much faster in our youth, and get even quicker every time we remember it.
Still, lunch don't hurt much.
