pop writes 30

august 20, 2006 300am. pop writes 30. he was bedridden for more than a year and was finally alcohol free but alcohol was his only fuel and he lost the zeal to live. he was 69.

finding the poem, the dead is a consolation or it could've been somesort of foreshadowing. so now, i must update my list for august.

okay so we were hip kids, we called our father pop. so we had mom and pop. hehehe.