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From the question of how do I want to be remembered, to that always troubling and insightful question of how will I be remembered? Well if I wanted to be remembered in the same way as the greatest generation I could chuck it all now and join the marines and demand from my superiors that they put me right smack in the middle of the shit as soon as humanly possible so as to ensure that I would be the humble recipient of many prestigious awards, such as the purple heart and the congressional medal of honor, that way hopefully many years later I could, after my death, look down from heaven or up from hell to see my own funeral were I would receive a 21 gun salute and a great many accolades from my family and friends. "A hero to the end," they would say with tears in their eyes and a tremble in their voice. Then again this course of events is highly unlikely due to the fact that that particular scenario would have to involve an unfortunate set of circumstances, such as, being shot. O.K. so due to my cowardly nature I have been able to rule out becoming a war hero , so what's left? Well, I could become a famous musician who's story of a tragic and untimely death would forever be passed down from genereation to generation as the quintessential reason for just saying no and at all costs avoiding the great inherent evils of drugs and alcohol less you fall victim to the same fate as the late great Thomas Locke the lead singer of the greatest polka band of all time, however, I do believe that to obtain that position one must possess some small measure of talent, although, if that were in fact the case then how could any rational human being ever attempt to explain the great successes of both the hideously depraved nsyncs and the despotic leaders of the massive right wing conspiracy, the back street boys, who's true intentions are so insidious that I can not even bring myself to mention them aloud. Any ways that's ruled out the possibility of becoming a rock god so it's time to face facts and call a spade a spade, the question that I should be asking myself is not how will I be remembered but rather will I be remembered at all? The sad yet honest answer to that particular question is in all likely hood a resounding no, but then again, you can never really tell with matters such as these now can you. It's entirely feasible that I may yet still achieve a small yet noteworthy footnote in the annuls of history. Perhaps as a writer, as an outlaw journalist the likes of which has not been seen before nor since. Remembered not for the man that I was but the characters who I portrayed through my art. "A credit to his medium," they would say. Adding: "A fine purveyor of objective literary masterpieces who's uncompromising moral principles, however misguided, made Walter Cronkite look like a second rate solicitor of low quality smut." Then of course there would be those of which to whom I was never anything more than a hack and a fake of the worst sort who's lack of talent could only have been surpassed by the amount of rambling bull shit that day after day streamed from his fingertips and on to the back pages of some of the least read magazines in the nation. All in all it wouldn't really matter whether they loved me or hated me, whether I was heralded as a visionary or reviled as a villanous fiend, the only thing of any real consequence would be that they read what I had to say and would some how wether for better or for worse come away with some new found insght into the life and times of a neo-conservative ultra-liberal whacko with no real doctrine or ideology to speak of but rather an unrepentent and compulsive need to seek out the truth whatever the cost and however harsh and disturbing it may be.

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