

DoonesburyWith a beer to his right and a pen on his left My Uncle Duke, he led the way. With a gun to his head, but gold heart in his chest My Uncle Duke, he came here to stay. Down in the desert, days without rest But Duke isnt here; hes sick today. Hed fight for his living, was wild and free My Uncle Duke was everyones friend. He rode with Hells Angels, and dropped LSD My Uncle Duke, hes true to the end. Noble at heart, and righteous in rage But Duke isnt here; hes sick today. An ex wife and a son who cant hate his gutsDoonesbury


Goodbye, Blue MondayIt was the tail end of eighth grade, and I was out of ideas. I had grown up enough to tell my friends how I really felt about things, and consequently no longer had friends. A girlfriend was out of the question, mostly because the most likely candidate had been one of the group that had recently given up on me. I wasnt even in high school, and my inner Holden Caulfield was already showing. But I was simply too young to hit what Ill call my Catcher phase. With the lack of experiencing so much as the ninth grade, it would be just plain wrong to say what I was experiencing matched that of the original disenchanted teenager. And approGoodbye, Blue Monday
Me
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Life sucks then you die.
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