You can&#39;t tell a story linearly if you want people to understand.

She was disappearing a little more each day, so thin, so frail, a wisp of smoke. One day she would surely vanish altogether, and there was no way to stop her.

One difference between the West and the South, I came to realize in 1970, was this: in the South they remained convinced that they had bloodied their land with history. In California we did not believe that history could bloody the land, or even touch it.

I left in love, in laughter, and in truth, and wherever truth, love and laughter abide, I am there in spirit.

Written By Bill Hicks

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