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Joe Strummer is still on my wall, along with the rest of the Clash, right above the mirror.
I don't have many heroes, and I don't even think Joe was one of them, but he was an inspiration, if anything. He was a guy who was talented, wrote some music that would be in my Own Personal Soundtrack if my life were a movie, and he's only a couple of years younger than my mom, which is why it freaked me a little when he died.
I don't know if I'll matter to anyone when I die. I'd like to think I would. Everybody does. There's millions of cemeteries dotting the landscape, people's skulls in piles in Cambodia, people in Davy Jones' locker, grandmas and grandpas, mothers and daughters, fathers and sons. Some of them were famous, most were not.
The Clash were good. I will miss Joe. I'm not articulate today, sorry.
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