How Sweet To Be An Idiot.

A long time ago, a friend of mine played this at a coffee-house jam, and dedicated it to me.

I joked and said that when the time came, he would have to play it at my funeral; for my friends would understand, and my family would agree.

Alas, his race was shorter than mine.

So, with a full heart, slightly moist eyeballs, and hoarse from the laughing fit, I give this to you......

My new friends, who have restored my faith.

And my old friends, who can see who I am, and knows where I've been.

And if you're reading this and wondering where you fit; you need look no further than my heart.