my brother is one of the best damn Rock and Roll stars that never was, he quit, he didnt care and still doesnt, I had to almost break his arm to do a few Malones songs on stage for the weddding, he said Why do I have to do this? I dont want to do this. I thought it was over years ago. I said Because you love me and I want them to see you for who you are and not what you are not, You took reigns on the back of that chariot of fleeting fame, you didnt care, you did what I told you to do but I couldnt control you when those house lights left as a thief who would got caught with things you couldnt pawn or pacify that completely natural instinct to rage and ruin another, that gift that you were given by a hundred thousand years of evolution towards a new shore, where boats where sent to sea and ended up as reality show treasure hunts by people who never knew the knife, you held a voice while the others were concerned about how they looked on television, you didnt care, you wore plain clothes like a cop on an undercover assignment, I want to leave, I dont want to be here, when can we go home? We can go home until after you give those customers what they want! I dont want to, I want to go home, I dont remember signing up for this, I dont want to go on tour in the dead of winter and the first show is in houston, a town I hate on my birthday, why, I dont want this... The whipping sideways rain whipping across his face as he would say Do you want immortality or do you want to be bored? My brother, my one friend from so many years spent on a bus bench with nobody wanting to know us because the fear they felt when we walked into a room like hollywood gangsters, You cant sit here... My brother standing with a stare that would make a dime store hood look the other way, You want another puddle of blood, tough guy? You aint even 18 and Im not even old enough to vote. So you best know your role. Failed football star would heave and ho and take his diabetes elsewhere and my brother said These people are easy to deal with, confront them and they will fall like leaves in those months prior to that christ thing with the trees. I would sit next to him, he would share his lunch with me if I was still hungry when we were lucky enough to keep the same time table, I would ask Dont you want to eat the rest of your food? He would say I can cope, I dont care, Im not that hungry anyway and besides mom used the type of peanut butter that I cant stomach, all I care about is you...if I could make a sharper knife, I would and would release their guts all over the pavement and watch as their life leaked like a faulty faucet into those cracks that would break your mothers back... Im too damn lucky to be alive. I love Randall W. Pretzer and if any of you have a problem with me about my brother...good luck because you wont make it home that night...The Saw is Family...
Posted on: Sat, 29 Nov 2014 00:08:01 +0000
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