“ Late November; somethings wrong, you’ve kept it secret way too long. There’s not much anyone can do, from here on in it’s up to you. I wish it wouldn’t, but you know, the show goes on, I have to go. Promise to get well soon, to feel much better soon. Can you feel it, is it true? Is something gone inside of you? Wish there was something I could do. From here on in, its all to you. You’ll get well soon. Just get well soon. ”
The Perishers
