"[John] Scalish found his own, quieter exit. A bad heart in a hospital bed. Like men I've known, like men you might have known. Men who worked mundane jobs for so many years that they'd lost track of time altogether. I am not sure what it is that fascinates me about the death of Scalish, or the many people like him—people who live salacious and high-stakes lives, awash with power and control, being forced to surrender to the heart. Not the bullet or the knife or the rope in a prison cell."
~~ from There's Always This Year: On Basketball and Ascension by Hanif Abdurraqib
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