but now I’m speaking to my brothers, these fellow travelers who had no idea when we first met what kind of road we’d be taking. Thank you for giving me a great life. Thank you for letting me be in your band. Thank you for letting me harass you and hector you, push you and pull you. Inspire and disappoint you. Tears are streaking down my clown face. They are not tears of joy. I find myself apologizing for using a little too much force in the pursuit of liftoff. In the gathering of their best selves, I might not have always been at my best, but if this is the end, so be it. At the peak of our
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