His head hurt. A sharp stinging pain like that of a heart about to break. The pain that you feel when someone you deeply love starts their goody-bye-it's been nice speech. Your heart simply stops and your head starts to throb. You wonder just what in frozen hell it was you did to deserve such treatment. With the abrupt change of stasis, he stopped the flashback of his life at 1975, he was listening to The Dead, Europe '72, I know you rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone. He saw the triple album's cover and his ice cream headache melted like morning dew. If you're lucky and awake, you'll get over it, he thought. There aren't many Bozos on this bus.
Knowing that there are no good-byes among friends, he wondered if hellos can happen twice. He missed Jerry and Julie.
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