A Community That Didn’t Appreciate His Art

Nathan Nawlins always walked around with his chest puffed out because it was so full of music. He’d sing you a song at the drop of a hat. (His hat-dropping song was particularly obnoxious.)

The last song he ever sang was titled, “This rag stuffed in my mouth tastes strange.”

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