There's nothing like a brush with mortality
to teach you to appreciate life.
A little bite of death
can help you grow up real quick.
Mom got out of the hospital a few days later.
She walked with a limp for a while.
About a month later she was back at work.
She tried to quit smoking
and for a little while, she did.
Then I came back for spring break
a day early and there she was...
We had a couple of pretty good years
after that.
I visited her most every weekend.
We'd play gin rummy or talk politics
until all hours.
Had a bucket-load of laughs,
as she liked to say.
-Mom?
Then one night...
she stopped laughing.
I will never forget
and always regret the choice I'd made.
The memory of that night
out on the Old Ridge Road never faded...
and grew dreamlike, as I expected it would.
-I'm sorry, Mom.
I can't help but think
that maybe George Staub...
if there really was a George Staub...
just teased me with a little more time...
a couple more years.
But I was glad to have them.
It unlocked my heart.
Jessica and I got married a year later...
but it didn't last.
It wasn't anybody's fault.
We tried, but nothing ever seems to last.
The Beatles never did get together
in Toronto back in 1969.
They never got together again.
John Lennon's life was taken
by a maniac with a gun...
George Harrison's by cigarettes and cancer.
And I never made a living as an artist.
But I still paint, because it's what I do.
I miss my mom
and I still think about her a lot.
I miss that time, too.
From the time of her stroke in 1969
to the time of her passing in 1972...
my world changed forever.
I think everybody's did.
Nothing seems to last...
but the Bullet.
The Bullet is constant.
The Bullet is always there.
You wait in line, that's all.
When it's your turn to ride the Bullet,
maybe you ride and maybe you run.
Either way, it comes to the same thing.
Fun is fun and done is done.
Nobody lives forever, but we all shine on.
There is nothing like death
Can teach you to appreciate life
a small death
can help you grow up faster
Mom is out in a few days
I walked with a limp for a while
Back to work after a month
she tried to quit smoking
For a while, she did
I went back a day early during a spring break
And she is...
We had a great time for the next few years
I go back to see her almost every weekend
we play rummy or talk about politics
As she likes to say, full of laughter
-mother?
one night...
she stopped smiling
I'll never forget
always regret your choice
The memory of that night on Old Ridge Road never fades
As I expected, it grew like a dream
- sorry , mom
I always thought maybe George Staub...
If there ever was a George Staub...
Just tease me, give me a little more time...
how many years
But I'm glad to have the time
it opened my heart
Jessica and I got married a year later
But it doesn't last long
It's not anyone's fault
We tried, but nothing lasts
The Beetle never reunited
Back in 1969 in Toronto
They never got together again
John Lennon was shot by a lunatic
George Harrison Smoking Gets Cancer
I've never been able to make a living with art
But I still draw because of interest
i miss my mother
always think of her
I often remember that time
from her 1969 stroke
By the time of his death in 1972...
My life has changed since then
I think everyone does
Nothing is eternal
Except for Bullet.
THe Bullet is durable
THe Bullet is always there
you're in line, that's it
When it's your turn to sit on the Bullet,
Maybe you sat, maybe you ran
No matter what you choose, the result is the same
Entertainment is entertainment, doing things is doing things
Life is not eternal, but we all shine (no one can live forever, but, we have lived...)
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