Individually, we are one drop. Together, we are an ocean.

By now it was nearly noon and I was hungry, so we made a quick run to Mr. Burger, a tiny carryout place a mile down the road, and wolfed down lunch standing outside the cemetery shop. We positioned ourselves upwind from the coffin, but occasionally the wind would shift and the aroma of burgers would mingle with the aroma of the Bopper.

I&#39;m not much of a partier anymore. I enjoy clarity much more.

Sure, we&#39;ve had our fair share of ups and downs, but I don&#39;t know if we&#39;ve had more than any other rock band... we just have a way of getting ourselves into hot water.

Written By Carl Wilson

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