Well it coming up again, my trip to see my mentor's grave. A strange and macabre homage to a man that tough me the art of free thought. The late Allen Ginsberg, a man that my late Grandfather introduced me to, oh so many years ago. A man that took me in as a student, when no school thought I could reed or write. Its strange how I remember his smile, when I have lost track of how many years its been sense that summer. Honestly I miss Allen, he was in a way like a father to me, and he was my first true friend. In a few months I will sit down, and like all of my fallen heroes say Kaddish in their memory's. For like the saying go's "as long as you are remembered, even by one person, you will never truly die." Let it be known "The brave never die."
