Van Morrison
Brown Eyed Girl

THE REVIEW

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Time passes relentlessly.
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A glass of whiskey might lift my spirits. I close my eyes. Thoughts jumble beneath my weary eyelids.
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I'll pretend not to be home. I won't open that damn door anymore. I've seen too much trouble come in through it. Too many people I cared about have violently left through that damn door. It makes me think of a vagina.
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Keep on ringing forever. I won't let you in, damn it. You'll never have me.
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I light the last Pall Mall I have left.
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Its taste reminds me of past times. The sky wasn't so dark back then. I could still, despite everything, spot traces of anemic blue. Vomitous.
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I've never been able to keep some for the hard times. I close my eyes again. Today is my birthday. No gifts. No one thought to wish me well. I feel so empty...
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I've drunk too much. It's happened again. I had promised myself to stop, to drive away my demons. But they always win in the end. I'm too weak. Who will clean my floor now? I see the night lights rise, climbing the windows. Dirty. They are small blades slowly consuming me. Damn. Maybe I've understood what fear is. It's this cold steel clamp that grips my stomach. It's indescribable. I should stop... I need to stop... Sure. One moment. When I was a child and alone, I listened to music to cheer myself up.
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I run to my room. Let's see... Damn. No. No. No. I gave away all my records two months ago. I sold everything for a few coins. Damn pusher. Damn bastard! Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, Doors. All gone. I feel like dying. Wait a moment. I see something.
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My heart races wildly. It looks like a record. It's a Van Morrison record. Let's see... "Brown Eyed Girl". It's one of my favorites. I hold it to my chest as if it were my child. I kiss it. My head is pounding. They are my ghosts. Damn, yes. A record. I can listen to music. Sing, scream. Feel better. Alive.
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Let's turn on the old turntable. Fortunately, I didn't sell that too. It was a gift from my father. I was very young then...
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Silence now. I want to listen to it, happy, in silence. Thank you.