You are some long gone memory that I question.
I know that there is no way my father would listen to Metallica, but I
remember those nights in the Catskills.
Driving through the mountains hearing "Unforgiven" on the radio.
Chewing the prized stick of bubble gum from my Garbage Pail Kid cards
and thinking
that the stars were lonely while I looked up at them from my back.
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