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I've heard it said that the only thing that improves with age is your voice. My dad always had kind of an off nasaley voice, kind of restrained... but in the last 4 or 5 years, he's been doing the singing with his group. And he's gotten pretty good. Clay died, so he was the only one with balls enough to fill the void. Clay looked like an old miner 49er. Like Blue from old school. He sang out his whole life.
Dad said the hardest part of it was admitting to himself that he could, indeed, sing. To trust his lungs.
That's why vodka helps.
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Embrace this moment, remember
We are eternal, all this pain is an illusion ~MJKeenan
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