Heroin and Kim and I were the final straw. Ithttps://youtu.be/fhCLalLXHP4
It started without harm. It was a parking garage. We talked about Voltaire and Being and Nothingness that guy who just got shot. Then we saw The Reverend Horton Heat at The House Of Blues And got Drunk At 80And ate breakfast at The Billy GOAT.FUCKIN CHICAGO. Our life was happy. We made money. Lived okay. But drugs.man. Fuckin drugs. Here's the rest of it. Without the really gory details, we lost our jobs, we lost our dignity, we lost our everything. We lied, stole, cheated, crossed lines, shot dope, spent time in hospitals and psychiatric units, fought with cops rednecks ,preppies,hipsters,jcrewkids,gansters, wannabes, posers, and everyone else. My family, her family, my friends, bartenders, drug dealers  and people who shot at us, including cops. The story  can go on and on and on and on and on and on but what what else exactly can I say about it? Oh yeah, then she died. https://youtu.be/kExGMsMSRbs

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https://youtu.be/-ZTvqUvgYCINever thought that I would write this one again. The title of this one should tell you how old this is and where it was coming from. New Day Rising. I was just breaking up with Kerry and I think we're alone now realizing that booze and dope were my only friends left. The story is rather stupid and sad and not that unique. It doesn't mean that much nor does it need to be told. Not unlike my story. It's the same as every one else's. I just almost died too many times. I'll tell ya later .