How did Camus really die that night? were they right when he died was it really his time? or was it suicide? and Holden Caufield is a friend of mine we go drinking from time to time and I find: it gets harder every time Back off but you're out on the street again don't you stop did you know you couldn't swim back off until you're out on the street again I'm not going to play if there ain't no way I'll win Hemingway never seemed to mind the ban*lities of a normal life and I find: it gets harder every time so he aimed a shotgun into the blue placed his face in between the two and sighed: here's to life! Back off but you're out on the street again don't you stop did you know you couldn't swim back off until you're out on the street again I'm not going to play if there ain't no way I'll win Hey there Salinger, what did you do? just when the world was looking to you to write anything that meant anything you told us you were through and it's been years since you pa**ed away but I see no plaque, and I see no grave and I can't help believing you wanted it that way Vincent Van Gogh, why do you weep? you were on your way to heaven but the road was steep and who was there to break your fall? we're guilty, one and all and I don't know much, but I do know this: with a golden heart comes a rebel fist and I can't help agreeing with those that would not quit and it makes me sick when I think of it all my heroes could not live with this and I hope you rest in peace because with us you never did and K.D.C. you were much too young and you changed my life but I draw the line at suicide so here's to life!