“Music is made by the space between the notes.”

“Without those spaces, all that exists is noise.”  Periodically Demented

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Brothers.

I will never forget riding on my fathers’ shoulders. The bullet that killed him passed through my leg before hitting him in the brachial plexus. He bled to death internally. The day I was shot, the day my father died there in the short grass, was the day my brother Peter stopped believing in God and my brother Michael started…