I just came from the room of a resident, who retired to his bed after his evening ritual of a walk around the grounds, with pipe in hand. Despite lying in bed, he still wore brown pants, with perfect crease intact, and a crisp white shirt. His usual distinguished demeanour now contrasted with defeated exhaustion. A song by Elliott Smith played on the radio of this weak and tired, but proud and stately old man. True story. Just happened. His name is James Brown (I shit you not).
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i had no idea.. how did he die??
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SK
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True story. Just happened. His name is James Brown (I shit you not).
matthew.
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http://www.undertheradarmag.com/es.html
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