I'm the only one who is still here, the rest left one by one. We made 7 albums before we decided to leave it there. Our children grew up and living their lives. They visit me now since the others are gone. Danny died from a fatal crash. Dylan died from a drive by. Matt committed suicide. The rest of us lived on. As I write this note while looking out the window, I look back on the days of us being happy, making music, making others happy to making our last song to our last album. Then, our last tour. The other two died from old age and cancer. I was perfect healthy, even though I drank a lot. I miss my best friends, their children take care of me as I took care of them. They put me here once they didn't have time to care for me, I understood that since they did have their own lives to live. I wonder what they did to our stuff. Did they keep them or sell them? It didn't matter anymore, it's theirs now, it's their choice on what to do with them. I really want to see my friends again, I hope I will soon though. I wonder what they are doing up there. I feel very tired, I feel everything slow down. I think it's time.
Goodbye,
Jordon
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