Pasty faced, all in black, unkempt, who could tell after a certain point?I think this is why you rarely see a Goth over a certain age.
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Pasty faced, all in black, unkempt, who could tell after a certain point?I think this is why you rarely see a Goth over a certain age.
I remember singing, ' I'm a Rambler' , in a Shinjuku Irish bar when the Irish rugby team played in Tokyo. Big lads, they kept time by beating on the rafters dislodging 100 year old dust. Yes, very apt. That's why my answer was "know when to hold em, know when to fold em, know when to haul ass." It's one reason I'm still alive. I made sure my sons could sing the lyrics from a young age. I think you know something about rambling and gambling yourself?
Every story has a beginning, middle and end. If it's a good story, we savour each part.I've been to my father's funeral (one week off his 90th birthday), one uncle, one aunt, a friend who was only 30 and died of cancer, a kid in my class who was only 15 and died of leukemia, a kid in my class who was only 13 and died of an asthma attack (never been to a funeral before or since where so many children genuinely wailed - brings tears to my eyes remembering it). Your time is your time. It will hit you when it hits you. Everyone (or so we believe) is mortal and I doubt anyone (except the immortal ones we don't know about) thinks time is unlimited. Everyone will die, but only fate knows when. Living life to the full should not be about what age you are and any age should be allowed to live young if they want to.
Since this has turned into a song fest. I have to share these young lads singing in Gaelic. The kids are alright.