guess this seems to be a season of writing for me. I thought that well was dry. I got to thinking about when I was a kid and how some of the guys came home from the “conflict”
And how it affected them. The alcoholics I knew as a kid. The destroyed lives. The ones that never came home from Vietnam. The ones that came home but never really came home. So this one started when I was a kid I suppose but I just now finished it. For this generation I guess I could replace the word jungle with desert. And if you’re under 50 you won’t get the song references or the vibe of those times when I was just a kid.
Still
I don’t know why what I seem to write always seems to go to the dark side almost. But oh well. This one named itself.
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“Message In The Bottle”