We talk about "deliver or die". On one of Bill's deliveries they shot him right out of the sky, he spent eight months as a guest of the North Koreans. I hope some day to be that hard. Bill would from time to time corner some youngster and berate him for how worthless and weak he and his generation were. I don't know where I'm going with this but this song is for you my brother I miss you like all the others.
Feel the pavement when you bounce from it, hear the engine of a car roaring behind you, answer the static coming from your two-way, embrace the corner of the box that craves your spine while you´re carrying it in your bag, taste the cold and yet sweet taste of beer when it sparkles in your mouth.