and in the grand scheme, they small potatoes.
he has his health (barely).
but, it's like this. i miss the bike.
but i just got the tax bill and it leaves me poor.
and i have no scratch for a new one.
and a friend is selling his.
and it's outta my reach.
guess the bastard finds he has to wait.
just so you know.
it's the hardest part. fuck tom petty.
—the bastard
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