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Eddie's death got me a free drink at a local bar.
So I was at this little bar in 29 Palms. I'm pretty buzzed. When I get buzzed, the slightest thing can sway my emotions. The littlest thing that would normally make me smile would make me elated, while the littlest thing that would normally make me kinda sad would reduce me to a puddle of tears.
Now I'm already feeling a little down about something. Might have been my crippling alcoholism, dunno. Well some dick decides it's a good idea to put "Hurt" by Johnny Cash on the juke box. Even sober I was getting emotional when this song played. Hell, I can't listen to that song nowadays without having to take a beat to regain my composure. So I'm sitting at the bar, trying not to cry my fucking eyes out when the bartender sees me. She refills my beer, and says it's on the house.
#ThankYouEddie
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