"Some people get high on life." Jack took that phrase literally. He'd roll a joint of sunshine, snort a line of freedom, and inject himself with high grade sorrow. One day, he shared a bottle of laughter with me.

"Life." he said, "It isn't enough to experience it. You must embrace it, make it a part of you. BE!"

He's gone now, but a team of expert morticians couldn't wipe the manic grin from his face.

I watch the sunset, toss back a handful of joy, and remember.

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