just, can we say, royally pissed. who the hell was ready for this news. who is ever ready.
and don’t tell me there’s not some great circle of the hideous, magnificent poem of life, completing, coming home, here.
don’t tell me there’s not another torch-bearer on the near horizon.
remember, i saw these brothers at work … girl that I was. kids now have a right to that kind of excitement … finally, someone emerges from the wreckage who turns on the idealistic heart.
just ignore the sneerers, they so jealous they can’t see straight. oh those were great times. teddy really hung in there, all honor is due.
history, just never fuckin’ stops.
