horus822 Oct 2002

At first when i wrote it at nineteen, buckled down alone..in a brig in Virginia i wept a pen push for my dear uncle and my precariouus position..unable to say goodbye to the poor fool...he was quite a character and i was sorry to have been unable to see his eyes alive prior to that year. he died the same day he got out of chino..so i hadn't seen him since i was fifteen.