When Oasis took the stage at Metlife in the Jersey swamps, I screamed with joy alongside 60,000 other fans. The spring before, Pearl Jam played “Daughter,” and I quietly sobbed, standing in a sold-out ...
When you are dying, at least in my limited experience, you start remembering everything. Images come in flashes—people and places and stray conversations—and refuse to stop. I see my best friend from ...
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