July 13, 1998

July 13, 1998
We’ve already been forever damned.
Anywhere you go, I’ll follow you down.

How does one go about changing the world on his or her own?
Maybe God was wrong.
You touch a lot of people. That’s what you do. You help people. You make a person smile. You give a person something to smile about. It doesn’t matter who the person is: a family member, a friend, an acquaintance, a stranger on the street. You let people know they’re not alone. Never alone.
Maybe give me insight into black and white.
Bring music into a person’s life. Give them a reason to hum a happy song.
Religions? Politics? Race? Who cares?
They only breed hate.
Just smile and say hi. Everyone has something to be happy about, help them find it.
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road.
Teen angst? Come on. Get over it. Get a job. Drink some Naya.
We’re all equal in my eyes. Prove you’re different.
I’ve got this four-leaf clover, it’s gotta bring me a little luck.
And it’s one more day up in the canyons.
If I had a million dollars . . .

Slow fade to black.

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