We bought a six-pack and headed to the Austin Motel. nStars were aligned between heaven and hell. nThe door was open, we sat on the floor. nYou rolled those cigarettes like you'd been to war. nYou told me how you met Andy Warhol when you arrived on the New York scene.nI may not remember everything just right.nI was more impressed by the music you had played that night. nYou said that songs were what the world needed. nThat you liked those singers that really mean it! nYou don't even say that you ain't going back to rehab. nYou kept that pretty silent. nGuess I wasn't meant to know.nnYour mouth was aching, you said it would be alright. nYou travelled alone and your girlfriend cried at night.nForsaken talents feel so sorry for themselves. nI felt sorry for you and all your shame. nI told you to shut it, to stop complaining. nI felt like beating you up with your guitar. nBut you had your reasons and now you are gone. nYou are still my hero, if I ever had one. nYou don't even say that you ain't going back to rehab. nYou kept that pretty silent. nGuess I wasn't meant to know.nnIt takes a great man to go the way you did. nMy picture of you is when you played your Dirt Floor music. nThe crowd was electric and you stomped your feet. nThe whole place was shaking, I had never seen anything like it.