OH Ruben...so you died...retired and died...worked your whole life and died...damn...oh Man...you must be tuning up to play the next set at the big dancehall in the sky...save me a table by the dance floor...i will listen for the music. A little weary we were only a year ago...i asked for a picture...this picture... because i love you i love you i love the being inside this old discarded shell...my darling...i see you still...not at the waste transfer station where we met (it could have been anywhere else and you would have shined so brightly i wouldn't remember the place), although it is kind of cosmic to meet you where the shuffling of souls stuff gets re-directed...a newmexican river of styx (and plastic)...
i am pleased to have held your hands in this lifetime...you were worth the wait...thanks for feeling the thrill of music...
