Here's to being 16 and alone at 3:00 a.m. in the dead of winter on a dead end track the sky over- head filled with billions of stars. It's colder than a grave-digger's ass in January that's why the sky's so clear. The air cuts my throat as I breathe. I'll never forget the sound of real silence as it screams. 
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