i thought and felt about you today, remembering what you said between your line orders and heaving, breathless silences: "leave the campsite better than you found it". this was in, and with regards to romantic adventure, early, early sobriety. with my emotional refuse i also took your advice as no laughing matter; with no grain of salt and into deep consideration. i wish it were easier for us all to heed our own advice. you left my campsite tepidly soggy. you were the supply snatching bear of bad news. when i didn't see your mugshot in the multnomah county busted sheets anymore, i knew you had unpitched your tent and left for the other, hopefully cloudy, pasture. i hope you rest in peace, power and easily so. trent finger.