Senseless
Some time ago, a young man died whom I didn't know well, but who was good friends with many people I did. His name was Justin Shronk, and his death was sudden and tragic, and I remember vividly the sense of loss that enveloped our little poker reporting community in the aftermath. I also remember that Shronk's death hit me harder than I might have expected, and that it took me some time before I could figure out why. We'd moved in the same circles for a few years, and worked