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December 24, 2008Where Do You Turn When You're Down on Christmas Eve? It's Christmas Eve and I'm feeling homicidal. It's been less than three months since my closest friend, Loren, has died and I've been reduced to a life of bare necessity--a slow walk with the dead. I actually want to kill something. My cat irritates me. I shove the cat with my foot. I throw a full glass of water in his face and run out of the apartment. Shit, I've lost it. Despite the freezing temperatures and my seriously out-of-shape body, I run along the river, desperate to release some of this violence in my veins. Soon I am standing on the steps of Saints Peter and Paul, a small church by the Hudson River in Hoboken, N.J. It seems the obvious choice...
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