What's Going On...
When I was little, I imagined heaven in this way: you get there, and the first thing that happens is that you get all the answers to the questions that had gone unanswered in life. My seven-year-old self had two burning questions. First, why did all the dinosaurs die out? Boy, would this article have excited me back then. Second, who killed J.F.K? What?? Where did that question come from? I guess I'd picked up on the tension that that question raised. Or perhaps even back then, before I'd seen Oliver Stone's movie, I didn't believe in the single-gunman theory. I think all this is proof that needing "the detes" has always been paramount in my life. I like to have them, and I like to get them.
Some would call this gossip, and sometimes it is. Like gossip, only certain detes are interesting. This is why things like Facebook and Twitter can, while dete-filled, be boring at times. Not all detes are created equal. There is a hierarchy of detes. Potter and I have had extensive conversations about this. There are unwritten rules about the mode of delivery, the timetable for delivery, and the eligibility for delivery. Sometimes I break them, though I really try not to. Just know this--if you're my friend and you've got the detes, you better GIMME THE DETES! And you can expect I will do the same in return. Because for me, heaven is having all the detes, all the time.
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