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Dead Souls

All of the men I love are dead now. At least it feels that way. After the news of Jason Molina’s death yesterday, I sat down and put on “Molina & Johnson,” stared at the ceiling, and let the knives dig in. Only the night before I was restlessly spinning Vic Chesnutt, the rain and wind beating at the window, trying to exhaust myself enough fall asleep. […]