When you've known someone for 37 years you develop a shorthand.
This is a portrait of my dear friend, Doug Angleton, in a series of March texts.
March 2, 2012
Michael: JAH!
Doug: Rasta fari
March 2, 2013
Doug: Are you doing alright today bubbi?
Michael: Nothing but good feels.
Doug: I figured as much
Doug: Yay
March 28, 2014
Michael: Bodhisattva, I love you! I can barely wait to see you on Sunday to get our feel on!
Doug: Yes I am pissing on the floor like little chihuahua my tail is wagging so fast
March 3, 2015
Michael: "My barn having burned down I can now see the moon," said Mizuta Masahide.
Doug: Moon vs barn Moon won
Doug: Everyone's a winner step right up bargains galore
March 17, 2016
Michael: Jah!
Doug: Him make the herbe for Man
March 1, 2017
Michael: Thinking of you. LA circa 1988.
Doug: Just before I went to Baltimore
Doug: Thirty years, old buddy
March 11, 2018
Doug: Happy Sunday mon ami
Doug: I was tripping on acid
Michael: Right on!! I was just thinking about the Legend of Doug. And how cool it is that you worked in the Flat Iron building in NYC. What a beautiful feather in your crown chakra head piece. Life is good!
Doug: Yes indeed
March 14, 2019
Michael: We all snowflakes. Ain’t that right, Sensei?!
Doug: True dat
Doug: All together we are the snowfall, our history an avalanche
Doug: When we melt in the sun of wisdom we run together to form the rivers and oceans
Doug: Which is what we were in the first place round and round
March 21, 2020
Michael: You doing ok Mr Angleton?
Doug: Well enough Wig
March 10, 2021
Michael: Wish we was playing Spades right now. Outside, on a picnic bench.
Doug: O what joy
Mr. Angleton died from complications of diabetes on March 11, 2021.
I will truly miss him.
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