I met Paul when I was working in Oxford. We shared of love of music, when my cassettes were stolen he made me nine or ten C90s of music he knew I would like. A real kindness. He was a paraplegic. I never ask people with spinal injuries how they got them; it is up to people to share what they want. It was only after he had killed himself that I found out his injury was from a previous attempt.
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