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That's how it happened. The football season was over. I lived a long time. Too long. Even a young wife wasn't enough to keep me alive. I've already done everything I wanted to. And I dared. This wasn't fun anymore. I wasn't fun. I decided my fate, like always. It was easy, it didn't hurt. And you don't shoot just anyone into the sky with a cannon. Poet's Note. Hunter S. Thompson was the father of gonzo journalism

The title of my last song was Dead. I was already dead then, even though I was still singing it. The rest was just waiting for my death, with heroin and games, my death was still some time away. Alone. I wanted to be alone and alone I got to be. Another dead rock star. Poet´s note. Layne Staley was the singer of Alice in Chains.

I couldn't sleep. I just couldn't. You can be the best actor in the world but you can't act your own life. Like the Joker, who laughs when forced. There are always new stars. New Jokers. I sleep. Forever. Poett´s note. Actor Heath Ledger died  of a comabination of sleeping pills.

 I had to dance one last time. And sing. For money. That's why I was born. To dance and sing. I was given no choice. And I loved it all my life. But then I died. Disgraced. There was no more time. My beloved dream milk killed me. I was Michael Jackson. Crazy Jacko to some, but fortunately loved by some. Most of all, I wanted to be a child myself. In heaven I am a child. No one demands anything from me, and no one disgraces me.