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My name is Gary. I have been but buried under the ash of my song long as I can remember. My hands and fingernails split and broken only the given words for meaning. Do you want that too? My name, my path, or my song? I do not claim it is beautiful. I only claim it is mine. Do you want it? Would you take the loops of my finger prints? Would you track my life? Carry my burden.I must tell you it is heavy and I have had to le...

Didn't take me long to learn the rules of life. Taking and hurting as long as you can kick ass and it's yours.  I was fairly literate as a young kid. It came from being accident prone I guess. In fourth grade, I had a nearly fatal accident. I had run through a storm door, and a six-inch shard of glass ripped into my stomach. Took me a year to recover. I often wonder if it made me tough or just foolish. I will say this I w...