

Don't Let Me Go"Daddy...."Don't Let Me Go
Those word destroyed me on the inside as my son stared me straight in the eyes, his own brown ones tearing up.
"Daddy...I don't wanna go home to mummy...not now..."
As much as I hated to do so, a lone tear rolled down my own cheek. "Julian, you have to. It's not me choice."
It's summer, in Los Angeles. May is tapping away at the typewriter the next room in. It's the day Julian gets picked up by his mother to be taken back to England.
"I don't care. It's been years since I've seen you, because you were so busy touring, Daddy. And now that your band's broken up, you ha


-- b r e a k i n g a w a y --"I don't love ye anymore, Paul. Nor Ringo or George. Ye were never my brothers, ye aren't and never will be."-- b r e a k i n g a w a y --
Those words cut through Paul like a knife.
"John...." Paul reached up his hand to put it on John's shoulder, but the rhythm guitarist slapped it away.
"Shut up." Tears welled in Paul's eyes; never had John, the man he'd considered his brother, talked to him this way, like he'd never knew him in his life. "I've realized all of ye, this band, it ain't gonna work. I'm breaking this band up." Paul looked down, the looked back up, taking a small sip from his coffee.
"Lennon, ye don't know


Story of the BeatlesHedgies"Oi, am I hung over."Story of the BeatlesHedgies
John sat up from his bed, hand rubbing across his face. No doubt were his eyes bloodshot; he felt like someone was slowly driving a stake through his skull. Paul, George, and Ringo both slept in the beds that were adjacent to his. They all had hangovers, but were lucky enough to be sleeping through most of it.
"Ohhhhh....me 'ead...." Ringo was next to come to, looking straight at John. His eyes widened. "John! You're a porcupine!"
"Wot are ye goin' on about now, Ringo? Don't tell me yer dropping acid or somethin'." He reached up to smooth down his hair; only one problem--he had none
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some people head-bang...i head-twitch.
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"We are all in little boxes, and someone has to come in and rip your fuckin' head open to allow something else in." ~John Lennon
"My mind wasn't in the gutter, but thanks for putting it there." ~Me
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some people head-bang...i head-twitch.
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"We are all in little boxes, and someone has to come in and rip your fuckin' head open to allow something else in." ~John Lennon
"My mind wasn't in the gutter, but thanks for putting it there." ~Me
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Excuse me if I have some place in my mind where I go time to time
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"We are all in little boxes, and someone has to come in and rip your fuckin' head open to allow something else in." ~John Lennon
"My mind wasn't in the gutter, but thanks for putting it there." ~Me
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"He that cannot reason is a fool.
He that will not is a bigot.
And he that dare not is a slave."
-Andrew Carnegie
WHY HAVEN'T YOU SIGNED UP FOR SKATING!? I HAS A PICTURE TO GIVE YOU. >C
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"We are all in little boxes, and someone has to come in and rip your fuckin' head open to allow something else in." ~John Lennon
"My mind wasn't in the gutter, but thanks for putting it there." ~Me
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"He that cannot reason is a fool.
He that will not is a bigot.
And he that dare not is a slave."
-Andrew Carnegie
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"We are all in little boxes, and someone has to come in and rip your fuckin' head open to allow something else in." ~John Lennon
"My mind wasn't in the gutter, but thanks for putting it there." ~Me
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