roger is out there singing. you could do your best to be rid of the wiley bastard, but i don't think you'll get too far. roger sings the blues of not the common man, but the gutterall roars of schoharie county's youth. roger is here for us. this site site is here not for him, nor is it even really about him. but we can't seem to be gone with him. i'll try to sum up with something roger said at the last time I was at a party and some poor bastard set himself on fire. since then i've often wrote about (up until now) anything but that night. i write about life. it's largely my life, largely life as a lot of us around here seem to know it.

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