You described yourself to me once as "just a sad person in general." You said it with a no-big-deal shrug. And it was true. You seemed fine with being not so fine. Yet somehow, you were never a drag to hang out with. It was always great to have Mike around. One night, you got shitfaced and watched a porno flick at full volume, loud enough so that everybody on our hall could hear. There is no clever conclusion to that story, no ribbon to tie it up with. That's kind of it. I hope you've cheered up a bit....but not too much.