It's hard to admit that sometimes you can't answer that question. When I was in Japan, and I woke up with bed-bug bites, and cockroaches taking over the room, it was easily attributed to the superior intelligence of Japanese cockroaches vs their American counterparts (see also: japanese math scores ). But, no more than 24 hours of being back in the U.S., I received word of one of my close cousins: "He died this morning." Jarrad? What do you mean, Jarrad? Not Jarrad ? I don't know any other Jarrads. . . really? . . . Why? At 18 years old, he lost control of his motorcycle, and hurt himself very badly as a result of the fall; he died almost immediately. To Lauren, Evan, Lennon, Sawyer, and Akasha, I hope this reflection is not inappropriate. At 22, I have only experienced two other funerals, and the second one, I couldn't gather the strength to attend. I was much younger then. Some would argue that I'm not terribly old as of now, but, I think some in m
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