When krishjan died I arrived home from the bahamas and drank a bottle of rum and went straight to the times change. We put on a show and everyone let out a bunch of steam. But I felt that I didnt do the situation justice. Everybody left and I sat kind of dejected. The place was nearly empty and I went up for one last one and James Scoles was all of a sudden on the stage with a harmonica. And We played and I knew the true nature of greiving.
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When krishjan died I arrived home from the bahamas and drank a bottle of rum and went straight to the times change. We put on a show and everyone let out a bunch of steam. But I felt that I didnt do the situation justice. Everybody left and I sat kind of dejected. The place was nearly empty and I went up for one last one and James Scoles was all of a sudden on the stage with a harmonica. And We played and I knew the true nature of greiving.
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