Cold summer that year. Walks against nuclear power, Ideas that never made it and ends that never met. Conflict and confusion, the end of the 70's and the beginning of the end.
California came down real hard, did a dance with Chrystal Meth, found escape within insanity and it seems I'll never make it back.
December 4 I found someone, or he found me. He was as bright as light could be. these songs I listened to in my cell while waiting.
They described how I fealt at the time, it wasn't good and I'll grant you that but it was as real as it could be...
R.I.P. My Son, I love you
Walking in the rain,,,
Down among the dead men,,,
Hey St. Peter,,,
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
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