A friend from my past is no longer with us.

I haven't seen or talked to Jason in over ten years, but he was a good friend for a long time, and he went out doing something he loved.

Not many people can leave this Earth that way.

The rangers had a homecoming in harlem late last night
And the magic rat drove his sleek machine over the jersey state line
Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a dodge
Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
The rat pulls into town rolls up his pants
Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down flamingo lane

- Bruce Springsteen, "Jungleland"

This entry was posted by Kevin Creighton, on 4.09.2007. You can leave your response.