For me, that talk is always the same, a rehearsal of my farewell speech:”… because this time, buddy, it’s over. I mean it.” I imagine myself packing a suitcase, throwing stuff in without bothering to fold it. “If you find yourself missing me, you might want to get a dog, an old, fat one that can run to catch up and make that distant panting sound you’ve grown so accustomed t. me though, I’m finished.
Keeping Up: David Sedaris
