I lost both my older sisters. Lise, I lost when I was twenty, she was thirty two. She slipped in a tub, split her head open and went into a coma. My eldest sister, Myriam, died of Lou Gehrig's disease.

Anyhow, when they moved out while I was still a shit disturber, they left behind a Carol King and James Taylor album. When I have the strength to listen to it, I try to remember them.

It's odd, I feel so much sadness, yet life is so full of joy.