A side / B side

I went into town tonight and was making some noise with my “A Side: We All Must Go / B Side: Life Is Precious” speech, words which seem sensible and even justified sprawled out on a smooth slab of redrock or watching the sun crash down over the Absorakas.

Interrupted by an old friend wearing a bad wig on her head and the rigors of chemo on her face, the words seemed hollow, and at the same time, entirely vindicated.