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 isn’t here; he’s sick today. He’d fight for his living, was wild and free My Uncle Duke was everyone’s friend. He rode with Hell’s Angels, and dropped LSD My Uncle Duke, he’s true to the end. Noble at heart, and righteous in rage But Duke isn’t here; he’s sick today. An ex wife and a son who can’t 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 wasn’t even in high school, and my inner Holden Caulfield was already showing. But I was simply too young to hit what I’ll 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
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