Where the Good Times Gone.
Too Bad. It was really. Really too bad, that his father had to disapprove of his choice. Really too bad that his brothers wanted to disown him. Too bad that his sister didn't cry when he said goodbye.
Sheldon Jeffrey Sands stood on the edge of the cliff, looking into the distance. His hands thrust in his pockets. He swallowed hard, trying to push his emotions back down. Trying to push his demons away.
He'd dropped his biological surname, for his second middle name, Sands. And that's how it was going to be from now on. Sands. He had him and only him to look after his self. So be it.
But he couldn't help it. He missed his brothers, Antony and Danny. He missed his sister, Moria. He missed his father, Michael.
Where The Good Times Gone?
A chilly wind blew through him, ruffling his hair and clothes, but still Sheldon didn't move from the cliff as he stared. Looking. Searching. Not finding.
"Where
the good times gone?
All the stupid fun
And all that shit we've
done
Where the good times gone?
Well I still don't know.
You can bribe
the devil
You can pray to God
You can sell off ,Everything you
got
And
you still won't know
Where the good times gone?"