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In the time of The Psychedelic Furs, my older brother,
Victor, was an artist at The School of Visual Arts and multipurpose musician in
a band that rocked with all kinds of music.
He gave me my first electric guitar and we also jammed
making our own comic books
He was like Keith Richards in the time of Mick Jagger
singing pleased to meet you
He was a chick magnet who lived hard and looked handsome
when death caught up with him. He was a
bad guy with a conscience who was proud I was better than him.
He was like Claw, a super hero he created way before
Wolverine of The X-Men.
My brother was my hero in the city of guns & roses and
burning buildings
The South Bronx clashed with the Irish cops who brought The
Troubles.
We lived by the river where we could see Riker’s Island
Prison Island.
As I type notes The Psychedelic Furs sing
Don’t Forget About Me
Murals For Dreams And Other Planes Of Existence In The
Universe Of Inner Space
Jane!!! Stop This Crazy Media Thing by Danny Aponte of
Public School 161
An essay on Freedom of Speech to sing songs like a canary in
a coalmine
Copyrighted in The South Bronx of Legal Graffiti from Here
To Eternity
LLAP
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