As told by Jake Johnstone:
[includes a rough-draft picture]
I never knew real organic feelings. “A kick to tubby! A punch to paletee!!”……As I look upon the Stoney gravel black pavement I walk on with beat-up reeboks, a pale-white-tee shirt, and black sweatpants; the rainy blizzard of hail snow pours down from the sky. A walk home in the rain…
A walk home in pain. A lost one stuck on a road kicking toads in the road. I lost my parents in a fire…they died…I stayed…where the fire was located when started by the local teenagers that constantly picked on me day by day…this Wednesday it was right when I walked home…
A cell phone wasn’t existent in those ’80s days… A cop happened to be driving by as the fire got worse and worse… As I was right there… A blank stare is all I remember…
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