--------i just did a search to retell my story this is true and i was sober.-------
i might have told this on here before i dont know----------
My Father died in the house i live in know i held him as he breathed his last breath in this world.
20 years old
I wasnt working (the grief made me crazy) and needed some cash so i was going to sell his car to the junkyard.
Salvage guy shows up and i cant find the title anywhere(id been looking all morning) so my dad was a teacher and had personality and his students always gave him stuff.
one student gave him a kiln fired bust of himself (we called it Roys shrine to Roy)
he also played the piano-
anyway im standing there and i ask him.
"ive never asked for nothin and i really need some help"
and at that instant the
metronome(sp?) on the bookshelf starts ticking.
underneath it was the title.
now you have to unlatch a
metronome or it will keeptime....they dont just automate on there own.
thats real shit right there boys and girls.
i miss him everyday.