By On the occasion of our 20th anniversary
By Gustavo Arellano
By R. Scott Moxley
By Alfonso Delgado
By Courtney Hamilton
By Joel Beers
By Peter Maguire
By Charles Lam
Illustration by Bob AulWhen you close your eyes at night, I want the last things you remember to be the feeling of your car hitting my dog and then of you just driving away. I hope your dreams will be about the void left in my life and the void that's obviously in yours. Sure, there's probably nothing you could have done: make a cell-phone call for us, show some compassion maybe. But I guess, in the end, it's easier just rushing to wherever you're going with no regard for anyone or anything except yourself. So have a nice life.
Oh: when and if you have kids, and they get a puppy one Christmas, name it Honey. It was a good name for a great dog.
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