I ponder my existence upon this rock. Like the slow twang of a Hank Williams song, my thoughts sing the failures of my past, and yet I still dream the successes of the future. Only one thing can cure the blues...a bag of Charlee Bears, and a drink from the river of despair.
Benny "The Tank", avid fan of Hank, for today at least.
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