Well, I guess I never understood this bucket list thing. I mean, just keep doing stuff and then you die, right?
You're tired of me boasting about shaking Roy Rogers' hand and Elvis offering to teach me karate, I know. Maybe I don't mention my regrets often enough. You know, the ones that can't be fixed.
I never saw the Beatles. Buddy Holly, either. I've never been to France. I suppose that one could be fixed but it's getting late.
Maybe my biggest regret is my personal life. It seems weird to know that all I'll leave behind will be some old records and cd's. Oh well. At least they'll be rare!
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