David Foster Wallace

Most people suffer quietly. David Foster Wallace suffered voluminously. And in that suffering he sowed seeds of humble faith and redemption. Like most great artists, he gave so much to his work, and to us, that he was unable to keep much for himself. His was a profound heart, and a deeply humane one. He was one of my closest friends and I miss him. Maybe now that he's floating on some heavenly cloud, his tennis game will start improving again.

 Two late-stage terminal drug addicts sat up against an alley's wall with nothing to inject and no means and nowhere to go or be. Only one had a coat. It was cold, and one of the terminal drug addicts' teeth chattered and he sweated and shook with fever. He seemed gravely ill. He smelled very bad. He sat up against the wall with his head on his knees. This took place in Cambridge MA in an alley behind the Commonwealth Aluminum Can Redemption Center on Massachusetts Avenue in the early hours of 12 January 1993. The terminal drug addict with the coat took off the coat and scooted over up close to the gravely ill terminal drug addict and took and spread the coat as far as it would go over the both of them and then scooted over some more and got himself pressed right up against him and put his arm around him and let him be sick on his arm, and they stayed like that up against the wall together all through the night. 

Q: Which one lived.