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February 28, 2002
I sit and wait with two women I have nothing in common with. We’re waiting to hear about our friend. He’s fallen out a window, smashed face first on the sidewalk below. It was all fun and games until somebody got hurt.

His first question: “Do I still have my teeth?”

He did, but his nose was punched in. Eye socket broken and his face looked lopsided. Like Play-Doh after it dropped two stories and landed on the hard pavement. He eventually recovered. I didn’t. I made a long trip to a Long Island wedding. Got smashed all over again.