The Perfect High There once was a boy named Gimme-Some-Roy… He was nothin’ like me or you, ’cause laying back and getting high was all he cared to do. As a kid, he sat in the cellar…sniffing airplane glue. And then he smoked banana peels, when that was the thing to do. He tried aspirin […]
It’s February Fifth, I wouldn’t mind drinking a fifth. Downing shots, smoking J’s, Be in the position to say what’s on my mind When the time’s right, In that gap of conversation — All over the nation people are yearning for a purpose. It almost seems like the shoe is always on the other foot. […]
“If you want to understand a society, take a good look at the drugs it uses. And what can this tell you about American culture? Well, look at the drugs we use. Except for pharmaceutical poison, there are essentially only two drugs that Western civilization tolerates: Caffeine from Monday to Friday to energize you enough […]
Even on the Internet people want anonymity, in some way. Shit, thinking of those old days still haunts me and I do my best to ignore it all — with alcohol. The irony is relentless.
12 pack, knock it back Vicodin, Ambien, last call: Alcohol. Hurry up, drink it all. Checks bouncing, baby crying, Glass is empty, liver dying Fast women, cheap cologne, Empty bottle All alone.
Meeting girls in bars is like a job fair: You hand out your resume and hope to God that you eventually get an opportunity to prove your worth.