I shot an arrow into the air
It landed in my underwear
Spirits lofted into the rare air
then my ass fell off

This is dedicated to Harry, that incredible being who lived beyond any words to describe it, bringing so much joy to many. He reached the end of the road and has joined the other lifters of our spirits. We thank him and miss him already.

So, thinking that this time next week we'll have more times behind us than in front of us (from a radiation stand-point, of course) gimme a bottle of bubbly
cherish the kickstand
who's your glowing man?
I'm smiling.

The lesson learned from a wise old Harry is never give up and always be yourself and the world will look much more civil and understandable.

The still living who need an apology from me to put their life back in balance is exactly no one. It's part of staying not pissed - recognize the really special moments and share them with who you love. The velvet comes from knowing when it happens and taking it all in. you the man, harry