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Fine where should I begin, Ive lived in over 59 places.
Yes, I know Ive been everywhere, so stop singing that stupid song.
Yes, I know it's catchy, Do you want me to tell you or not?
Okay, so as Ive said Ive been everywhere.
Dammit you got that blasted song stuck in my head.

I guess I should start at the beginning, but you arent going to hear about my childhood. No, what you want to hear is about the island. Isnt it?
Well I figured as much.
So, it all started at my fathers funeral. God rest his soul.
He was a man of true kindness, and true sincerity. It's hard to come across that now days. I guess my mother never knew what she had thrown away.
Well I was really overcome with grief, and I was crying there....
Yes I can cry.
No. no. no. I am not heartless like you think.
Okay, that was just mean, youre going too far.

So, as I was saying. It was a stereotypical day for something to go wrong, a funeral, in an open lot deep in the bowels of the country, no one there. A deep haze seemed to drift over the clearing and through that haze, I saw a figure. It was approaching me slow and steadily. When he, It was a man, came up to me, he handed me a note, and with small chicken scratches it read......

NO. It didnt say "will you marry me" for crying out loud, it said.... you know what. Its just not worth it. Im not going to tell you this story. So Leave. Go. Scram. Im going home.