So what that they can remember their own childhood phone number as a green 1956 Packard convertible rolls up the street and into the driveway. Grab the nerf ball, flashlight and a coffee can because unsung heroes are here. The night will be filled with laughter and kick the can. Your namesake will make you laugh and he will die too young. Hide well.
Scramble out of the green Volkswagen van through the rain into a jam-packed gymnasium. Caps and gowns march to Here comes The Sun. Misunderstand the significance. Jump down from the pullout bleachers and accept an invitation from the toughest and most admired cousin to climb into his black and orange 57 Chevy. He will never know of this admiration and respect. He will miss this for the noise of childhood. His Dad will kick his ass in front of the Magnavox. You deserved better.
They giggle at you because there are shoes and a shirt in the back of your girlfriends car. Laugh and act innocent. She will prove to be worth it. Get married and have a couple kids. Pay your bills and dig a rock quarry. Grease your 18-wheeler and fire up the backhoe in your spare time. But when you take your own life please remember that they will refuse to measure it by that last fucking unfortunate moment. You are loved.
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