In Memory of the Last F*** I Gave

I won’t cry because it’s over, I will smile because it’s over.

I write here today to pay tribute to the kind, caring, simple and best-intentioned soul: the last f*** I gave.

I have been told by many how much they will miss you. You had a calming, if tense presence. You dressed really well; You always smelled very good. You smelled like Axe body spray and fear of judgement. You…