Bobby Zarem knew two people in this world: a great friend and a fucking piece of shit meshuggeneh cunt, may G-d strike him/her dead. You were one or the other, there was no middle ground, and depending on the time of day, one could fall into either camp. This wasn’t because Bobby was psychotic, though sometimes neurotic, he just saw the world from his exacting point of view. For many of us, it was a privilege to behold his landscape, but I never expected to see that world until one fateful day on Twitter.

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