this is a picture mister made, a picture of mister without mister. i went to mister's house to see his things where he left them and i'm so glad that barbara let them be. if i were there i would see him lying surrounded with his beloved bones and balls and i would step around lightly so as not to disturb the picture. i feel him now everywhere he was and everywhere i go and i'm glad to be sad that he's free and he's still here.