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His Name Is Robert Paulson

By November 23, 2011Anger

I Am Jack’s Raging Bile Duct.
I Am Jack’s Cold Sweat.
I Am Jack’s Complete Lack of Surprise.
I Am Jack’s Smirking Revenge.
I Am Jack’s Broken Heart.

My brother didn’t read much, but when I handed him Palahniuk’s Fight Club, he was hooked. I was able to share a few books with him, and he actually shot me back a few zingers that I would have not expected from him, one of which was Mitch Albom’s For One More Day. While it was obvious why he was drawn to this book, I always liked when he would come at me with something more cerebral. We also shared a love of Bukowski’s Post Office and Ham on Rye.

I was in his apartment a few days ago and was looking at his bookcase. It was limited to say the least, but I am looking forward to reading a few titles that he had and that I was not aware of.

One thing you may not have known about David: His name was David Vincent Price… not Dave, not Davey, nor any other iteration or shortening of his name. He would never correct anybody, but he did share that he preferred and wished that people would call him by his proper name.

Since that day, I would always introduce him as David and address him as David.

His name was David Vincent Price.