now that you’re back from LA
now that the leaves are out
now that your tv has broken
now that you’re off the wagon
and you’ve lost your one true friend
which is to say, your cat

Beneath the zeitgeisty affectations he was an old school creepy letcher photographer guy.

He still has the dream in which he’s continued working on his long-abandoned novel and only now, after all these years, realizes he will have to start over. He always wakes with a heaviness in his chest. It wasn’t until after his father died that he recognized the feeling. He’d always sensed life had a plan for him, and he’d been right. There just aren’t any words for it.

Obituary
In the mid-eighties he appeared in a series of unnamed minor roles in second-tier John Hughes movies. His credit was always listed as “popped collar.”

They expected nothing, for which they were grateful.

The search for truth has led to delusion.