When I was 12, I met another 12 year old named Bobby Fuller, we spent an evening on a merry-go-round at a neighborhood grade school ground.

He spoke of his love of music, His garage was a studio, he sang and played the electric guitar wrote lyrics too. He had Amps, and Speakers, and Woofers and Tweeters, and Tablature from those he admired.

I thought him a Nerd, and did not go visit even though he insisted I should......

After we both had grown up, he became famous He was "I fought the law and the law won..." but his career did not last long.

He was found dead in his car overtaken by carbon monoxide fumes I regretted not knowing him better...

or did I save myself from a similar fate, or...he could have taught me to play or sing or write lyrics, he would have been the kind to control and push...