Ray sat in the studio one day, working on the guitar on the bands newest album. He knew the guys were also there, but he didn't know that Frank was staring at him; more so the mass of curly brown-ness that sat on top of his head that had its own fan club.
Meanwhile, Frank sat staring. Trying to figure the one thing out that had been bothering him since he had met Ray all those years ago.
What is in that 'fro?
He picked up a piece of notebook paper and scrawled out a quick note to Mikey, who was sitting on the opposite side of the couch that he sat.
What do you thinks in Ray's af?
He crumpled up the paper and threw it at the younger Way b
Live Free or Let Me Die by JohnLennonLuva, literature
Literature
Live Free or Let Me Die
Run. Keep going. Don't stop. Find the others. Get help.
Simple commands that seemed like, at the time, were the only things that were keeping me going. I had to go. I promised that I would listen and follow everything they said, not only because it was serious, but because they were my family. They were my parents. I had to listen. I was still a minor, hell, I was only 12. And so I ran. I ran and picked myself up every time I tripped and fell.
As I ran through the burning city, I heard the screams of innocents being brutally taken from their loved ones, and the cries of the loved ones who only desperately wanted their family and friends ba