When I got fired, we jumped in the car and did a road trip. He was obsessed by how bad the art was in the southwest. I was obsessed with hot springs and those puffy corn fritters with honey. We spent an afternoon at the Grand Canyon furtively trying to take pictures that made it look like his ass was part of the canyon. (I’m sparing you those shots, dear reader.)
I miss him.
–Heather
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