Lovely how letting the balloon man (neighbor) go; aka "giving up" on the expired solitary genius expectation, frees me to be someone who actually works. I can do good work, and I can enjoy it, and I can be myself while doing it. What's the price? Letting go of the chrysalis of the past. We told the hangover tales, we had some great laughs, we graduated, some of us, and some of us died or went other places. We honor them, and we continue to honor them by embracing the next interesting thing. Because we are still alive. (2015)