I DID THE FUNERAL...AFTERWARD , WE ALL WENT TO THE MOTORBIKE CLUB AND DRANK...( TIA MARIA WAS MY LIQUID OF CHOICE BACK THEN )...THERE WAS THIS GUY IN THE CLUB...HE WAS AS BIG AS A HAIRY BALLED NORWEGIAN SABRE-TOOTH ALLIGATOR..."WHEELIE" WAS HIS NAME...MR . WHEELIE , JUST TO BE ON THE SAFE SIDE...I ALSO REMEMBER SOME IDIOT SAYING HOW ONLY THE GOOD DIE YOUNG .
MAYBE SO , BUT WHAT THE FUCK DID THAT HAVE TO DO WITH MY BROTHER ???
( OH , YES...THAT DAY I ALSO DISCOVERED THE MUSIC OF JOHN PRINE ) .
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