It was raining on the day of my brother’s funeral, but thousands, mostly women, lined the streets as we rode past. I spotted a banner that read “We love you, Nick.” It was probably a leftover from Glastonbury ’92.
DEAD ROCKER by Maureen Bowden
It was raining on the day of my brother’s funeral, but thousands, mostly women, lined the streets as we rode past. I spotted a banner that read “We love you, Nick.” It was probably a leftover from Glastonbury ’92.