THIS GREAT
MESSERSCHMIDT
I was there when they read the
eulogy and wasn't so greatly
impressed. The sky was barely
turning; red and yellow lights,
school-charm stuff. Everyone
seemed ready to yawn, or just
throw up their hands, to say :
'How much of this can
anyone take?'
-
I offered over my oil can to
the squeaky sounding tin-like
man on my left. All he did
was nod me back, and mutter
something about 'accepting
this life as we are given it.'
Yeah, man. Yeah, man.
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