Now, I know y'all won't believe me when I tell you this, so that's why I decided to write it down. I remember having a night that only dreams were made of, only I was wide awake witnessing it. I still wonder why that happened, and to all people, me, but I'm grateful it did. I assume those reading this have actually heard about the great Hank Williams, Sr. If not, don't worry. Even I found stuff about him that I didn't know. And I got to talk to him. I mean actually talk to him. Now, I'm no psychic medium, but I felt that God had warranted to send a message. I know you can't really talk to the dead, but looking at the ghost of Hank Williams was like I was actually there with him when he was alive. Course he wasn't always pasty white, God love him.