Poprocks & Coke (a JFK / Lee Harvey Oswald Fanfic)

52: Photograph

Monday 24th August 2010
Washington D.C
George Washington University

HARVEY'S P.O.V.

Well, after 26 years of being at the university I am finally retiring from my field of astronomy; I have worked at the George Washington University since I was 25 (turning 26) in 1986, I have now not long turned 50! 50, can you believe it?!. Thankfully my auburn red hair has kept its colour, unlike the other oldies whose pretty hair is turning grey and white with old age! That's laughable, honestly!. You may be wondering what happened to my dad, Jack well his Addison's Disease got the best of him sadly and he passed away five years go, thankfully I've still got my other dad, Lee and my sisters Caroline, June and Audrey; and just this June, uncle Bobby passed away too. My dad was 93 years old and uncle Bobby was 85, my dad, Lee is now 71, Caroline is 53, June is 48 and Audrey is 47! Why are we all little old people now? Damn you, world!. I got into a band called Nickelback not long ago, about two-three years ago I have a favourite song of theirs which they released back in the day, its called Photograph its about remembering all of the good memories of your friends and family, being young and free without a care in the world, and may also be remembering those close friends and family members that have passed away over the years, I of course click with it because I remember my brothers John and LJ, all of my aunts and uncles that have passed away because of tragic freak accidents, my dad (Jack), my grandparents (on both sides of the family) and now of course uncle Bobby.

JOHN FITZGERALD KENNEDY

5/29/1917 - 11/22/05

ROBERT FRANCIS KENNEDY

11/20/1925 - 6/6/10.
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The lyrics to my favourite Nickelback song are:

Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red?
And what the hell is on Joey's head?
This is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneakin' out
And this is where I went to school
Most of the time I had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must of done it half a dozen times
I wonder if it's too late
Should I go back and try to graduate?
Lot's better now than it was back then
If I was them, I wouldn't let me in
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, God, I
Every memory of lookin' out the back door
I have the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it
Time to say it
Good bye, good bye
Every memory of walkin' out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was lookin' for
It's hard to say it
Time to say it
Good bye, good bye, good bye
Remember the old arcade?
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin' out
They said somebody went and burnt it down
We use to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we know
We said someday we'd find out how it feels
To sing to more than just a steering wheel
Kim's the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She's had a couple of kids since then
I haven't seen her since God knows when
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, God, I
Every memory of lookin' out the back door
I have the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it
Time to say it
Good bye, good bye
Every memory of walkin' out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was lookin' for
It's hard to say it
Time to say it
Good bye, good bye, good bye
I miss that town
I miss their faces
You can't erase
You can't replace it
I miss it now
I can't believe it
So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it
If I could relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change
Every memory of lookin' out the back door
I have the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it
Time to say it
Good bye, good bye
Every memory of walkin' out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was lookin' for
It's hard to say it
Time to say it
Good bye, good bye, good bye
Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
Every time I do it makes me

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*All rights go to: Nickelback
Written by: Chad Kroger*