Bill, All I remember about your early romance with music was that you almost drove me nutso that your life was going nowhere (you were fifteen), that you didn’t know what your future held, that you were hopelessly mired in a rut of never-ending nothingness of meaningless argh-gh-g-h-gh-gh!!! That you needed this kind of guitar and that kind of stuff of every kind of things I never knew existed or what you were gibbering about, but it all came out that you obviously were groping your way toward a “true love of music” and I didn’t know how to help you because I had to have my last thin dime to buy Carmen a diaper. That’s all I remember, Bill. Bottles and diapers. That’s all I remember in those days. Oh, yes, and some horrible, yucky kinds of Gerber baby foods that I shoved down Carmen’s mouth with a new baby thingy that was out on the market. You put the food in the container, and put the nipple in the baby’s mouth, and shoved it down baby’s throat in two seconds, then grabbed baby, Tony, Brenda, and Beth (who could only find one shoe, and I made her go bare footed, and it was November) and left for the super market. That’s all I remember.

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