They left, I and my new wife talked about the event, and what it meant, a lot of words...

And in the background, the radio was playing, and this song came on.

Then I flew to Baltimore to console my mother. It was another change I never saw coming.

It has had significance all my life since, and even applied backwards.

The Werewolf may look like us most of the time, and a fine presentation.

And then in the pale light of the full moon, he becomes a terrible threat to all that is dear.

And then, just as quick, that short time of darkness passes. But it will return.

Never forget, the bright daylight outshines the pale moon light 28 to 1.

Those odds are good enough for me.

Here I am, still...



I miss Warren Zevon. I miss my youth.

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Thank you for sharing your story, SM.

One day can make a difference for life. I'm glad you are here with us.