A true scary story.
It's simply a track of my life.
I got to see my sister getting too close to the fireplace and burn.
She was almost 6, I was almost 3.
She died.
I didn't get to see the truck that hit me at 18.
Managing a little chain of bookshops in DC in the early 1980's.
Horizon Books, Ever hear of it?
A severe concussion because of a poor decision...
Living through cancer was wild when I was 26.
Malignant Lymphoma.
You never know the true terror of chemotherapy unless you been there and done that.
Living through hard core addiction after I kicked cancer ass was a nightmare.
Losing my little sister in a freakin' car wreck was tough.
She was 30 and me at 36 and locked up at the time.
That was 15 years ago.
Mom is gone and Dad followed 5 years later.
I got to be there to see them go to peace.
The moral of this story is to be like Pink Floyd.
Build a wall.