The Fractured Ruminations of a Musician, Writer, Artist, Political Junkie, & Very Lucky Husband
Thursday, January 28, 2010
No One Was There To Catch HIm
I've never been able to walk by the merry-go-round in Central Park in the rain without lamenting the early death of a sibling, cursing the phonies, and anti-ing me some establishment.
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