You August 16th people are all the same aren't you?.... I am really one to talk... for I am one too.
All I can tell you from where I am is this........
It's different now.... to be a writer...... I mean it wasn't easy or very fortuitous back then either... I struggled a long time......
Times have changed...... and besides there could never be another me.......
again...........
Only Snippets....... of what I once was .... can bleed through...... a cloth...
and Here you are you came along.......... you didn't forget me or I you......
Why you can't even hold your liquor..... your a light weight kid...... but I like ya....... don't take it the wrong way......... I virtually killed myself with it.....
I remember when your Dad your father took you to L.A. The City of 'Lost Asshole's'
He brought you buy as a boy to meet me... but I was not home.... I was across the street watching...
I saw you and your father walk in my bungalow looking for me your dad was hoping I was home...... you both were looking up on the walls at those Black and White photos of the Nudes I had pinned up... as I recall....
I said to myself then.... I like you kid........ you're all right in my book... you can light up my smoke any day.......
You August 16th People.... we gotta stick together... best we can..
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