I buddy of mine I've know since he was 16 laid down on the railroad tracks 2 weeks ago and died. I went to the funeral... His twin brother is my best friend... And I couldn't help through the whole time that I did not give something of myself. Of course, I spoke... It did not seem to be enough... I wrote or I'm writing a piece that I would have wanted to be played at that time...
http://chipos.com/beachbum/Mass.mp3 Oh one thing this has given me is no matter how bad I suck at playing or singing.. It doesn't matter (by the way he was 38) (quote from a play I wrote when I was 18 and may have had more wisdom then) In the end people that remember you will be gone, followed by the people that knew they guy that knew you, and so on, until no one knows and everyone is gone who knew.)
DJ
[This message has been edited by beachbum (edited 12-14-2003).]