I just found out earlier that, guess what, there will be a funeral for Charlie. Anonymous posted a very nice piece from elsewhere off the web, which I really liked. And if I had my way about it, then a biker who knew Deuce would come to me and take me to the funeral on Monday, so I can read that piece, and then bring me back here. Just because I can. For no other reason. Yeah, I'm pissed off, but that's OK, I'll get over it.
Ya know, there's no reason to tell me to be realistic, 'cause ya never know what will happen in my life. If it's meant to be, it will be, and if ain't meant to be, it just won't happen.
Miss ya baby, duk tayp.