Last night was the first time in a long while I didn't use my oxygen concentrator . I got up several times in the night with my chest so heavy and gasping for breath. I get up because I stop breathing. I have to get up and run around pounding on my stomach hoping that I get started. It is horrible. It is 2:11 in the am and I still won't use the concentrator until tomorrow night. Another night of getting up with that sinking feeling gasping for breath. SRO thinks it is a joke and some sort of power trip when I tell their managers not to put poison in my room unless I am there. Asshats!!!! I have every right to get angry knowing I have to go through this when they pull this crap.
For some odd reason when I heard news that my childhood friend was killed in a car accident I thought of another friend we used to get together with and sing this song and others. We were all a bunch of christian rednecks. Didn't drink , smoke, use drugs and searching for wives and not whoring around. Richard Feagin introduced me to the world of anime. HE went on to beome a master karate instructor. Who would have thought. He was a close friend that helped me work out lot's of questions I had in puberty. Girls and all that. Kept us out of trouble to be two guys who were waiting for the right girl to marry. HE leaves two young children and a beautiful wife. None of the renditions of this song on the internet even come close to the ozark type of twang we used. I can still sing like that. Raised on that Southern Baptist Gospel Music. I will give alist of my favorites. We used the banjo a lot. This is not my home On the wings of a dove- this is the version I remember growing u...
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