Chapter 11There was a war in this land
In which brothers raised their hands
Against their brothers in the fields soaked in red
Where the crops should have been
Instead were planted men, kin killed by kin
Like brothers who had never been
Born to be brothers
—Liam O’Shea, “Brothers”
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K.C. Dorsey’s Sound Tracks
February 2009
A certain bass player, who lived a lush life when he was attached to his childhood buddies’ mega-rock band, is said to be in rehab again. It will be his fourth stay in a year. No one in the media has been able to scoop the location. The buzz, however, is that this time the Brilliant Bass Bad Boy has to give up his toys permanently, or he’ll be playing bass in Hell’s Own Band…
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Liam was groggy with sleep when his cell phone awoke him at eight in
