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One of their Prodigies put a 357 Magnum in his mouth and pulled the trigger
I taught him to play Stairway To Heaven when he was little.
I played it for him in his guitar at his funeral.
On the first notes the doors and windows blew open.
His mother has a Polaroid photo of his ghost behind me as I started playing.
The suddenly I could feel it.
All of it.
I didn't touch another guitar for 14 years.
Finally in the wilderness North of Anchorage I had run far enough and long enough from his ghost, and could play again.
I first played again for Shandy McEwan one stormy night.