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  • i wanted to tell you that my life would become unmanageable.
    i wanted to tell you about my dad.
    about how every time we talk about music he talks about his dead best friend, and in the guitar shop where i take lessons he looked at this guitar and said, i think scott used to have this and i wanted to buy it for him on the spot.
    i don't care about the money. my only want is for you to be happy.

    we listened to John Baldry and he told me some story of a record party, how he tried to play this song and some asshole booed the song even though it was against the rules. No one was listening to him, but I was, then.

    He snapped the record off the player and said fuck you and have fun listening to Zeppelin.

    "Mother ain't dead, she's only sleeping. "
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