“Erasing a Ghetto is like putting your dying dog to sleep.”

“Erasing a Ghetto is like putting your dying dog to sleep.” says Chris. “You know he’s on his way out eventually. So you let him gently slip away”.
I had to swallow.
“The thing to do is not panic, not run around. Just let it happen. Sit down somewhere; light one up, get some music going and wait. The smoke will get you before the flames ever do.”
“Would you really do that? What about “To seek, to strive, to find, and not to yield?”
“Mrs. Drambach? You know she killed herself.”
“Get out! I saw her on Harbor Town Beach, the day before my DateSquare!”
“How did she look?”
“Like she always looked. Depressed. Except in a bathing suit. You sure?”
“Yep.”
I hope you went to a far, far, better rest, than you have ever known.
“How?”
“Maybe she blew her nose to death, I don’t know.”
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