when i was
a young boy
my father took me into the city
to see a marching band
he said
“son when u grow up this will be you and it will destroy your life”
“but it will also give you a reason to live. it will give you a large family of people that love you and are passionate about the same thing as you. and also, that band booty”
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mis-calculated liked this Marching band is life. As in, the only life you can have for seemingly endless months. But it is a beautiful life.