So there was this guy. He lived just a few blocks away from me my whole childhood. I never knew him until after junior college, which we both attended, where we still did not know one another. We were both reject injuns. We both went for the military when we came of age. The navy didn't want me, because they were weak and foolish. The Air Force took him, and he manned a missile silo with his finger on the button most of the time. we became friends some time after. Took him and his son sailing. We had fish and chips on land after. His son threw most of his chips to the seagulls. We had a delightful time. We were very good friends. A year or so later, we hear from another mutual friend that he had killed himself. I still miss him. I want to hate him for what he did to himself and his son... but I don't. We listened to this song together once. We shared many musical tastes. He was a good guy. He shouldn't have shot himself.