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…the suicide of a Milwaukee-area DJ named Rock Dee.

Even though it turned out okay, this was absolutely the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write. I’m a master of fart jokes and bad puns, not long-form narrative nonfiction that deals with life, love and death.

Still, I thought I’d share it with you.

-Shady

Old Poop!