Yeah....gotta bow out for a few....got real things to do.

Broke my own rule......put it on paper so only the receiver can get the message

I ODed on IT back in the nineties....swore I'd never use it again....but here I am looking for my friend.

And none of them want to play me a tune.... they're mad at me for what I did to you.

It takes me to heaven

In Hell I'll Be in good Company

****** love couldn't go no further.  Proud of and disgusted by her.  Push on a little bruise and battered. Ohh Lord baby, I ain't coming home with you.

My life's a bit more colder,  ****** wife is what I told her. Brass knife sinks into my shoulder....ahhh no baby don't know what I'm gonna do

I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze. The stage it smells, tells, hell bells, miss spells, knocks me on my knees.

It didn't hurt flirt blood squirt stuffed shirt hang me on a tree.  After I count down three rounds in hell I'll be in good company.

©The Dead South

The phone rings...
Carlos - Hey brother
....just calling to let ya know H
passed away last night...asthma attack... couldn't revive em.
Me - what the ****.... we're falling like Dominoes bro.  Man...I didn't get a chance to tell him I forgave him.... Here's to you Harry.... your fight is over...see you on the other side.