Goodbye, my friend
Goodbye, my friend
Shooting

The man in this photograph died 48 hours after it was taken. My friend Steve O’Malley knew the cancer ravaging his pancreas would do the same to him, little by little, pound by pound, until there was nothing left. Not without a fight, though. Dear God, how he fought. All for a few days of good news before the next somber test result. There came a point, though, when he stopped fighting. Stopped fighting against the cancer staging chart. Stopped fighting …

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The Running Man
The Running Man
Shooting

Bryan Moffitt used to be dead. The list of what killed him is long and dark. The 10+ years of alcohol abuse is a good place to start. He drank to unconsciousness virtually every week for a decade. More than once he drove drunk. Wide swaths of his life are buried at the bottom of a bottle, trying to drown a demon with an all-too familiar face. Jonathan had passed himself off as Bryan’s friend, a big brother figure who convinced Bryan that he …

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