Friday, February 15, 2013

Hey Mon, You Feel A Draft?

It was at reggae shows that he missed his hair the most.  Drinking Red Stripe, swinging your head and swaying to the beat were in his most cherished memories.  He never thought he'd lament the loss of something (supposedly) so frivolous.  Oh well, maybe the chemo would work this time.

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