Every Wednesday, we’d count the papers
We’d have a laugh at the people in their suits
No one seemed to notice how she was different, but I did, and I knew
Yeah, I knew
Oh, I knew
Yeah, I knew
CONFESSIONS OF AN OUTLAW JUNKIE
Just Long, Strange Trippin’ The Golden Road To Recovery
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BESTIES Can we talk about automatic satisfaction
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Sittin’ back relaxin’ floored
What’s wrong with kickin it
When you’re bored and lit
Lets smoke some cigarettes
And catch up on the back porch
Fire up another roach
And we don’t need a rest this is just a test -
You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?
We Were All Kids Once. We Were All Inculpable, Impeccable, Innocent and Hopeful. Nobody Ever Thinks, “When I Grow Up, I Want To Be a Junkie!”
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If there was a biography about you, what would the title be?
How Ironic…I am currently constructing my biography. (psst…it’s my blog!) -
Whiskey bottles and brand new cars
There’s too much coke and too much smoke
Look what’s going on inside you
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