I Think That All The Years Of

As Society Has Changed, What Had Formerly Been Unacceptable Has Become Colorful.

And For So Long, I Had Thought If I Was Going To Write A Song, Or Get "into" Something, I Had To At Least Smoke A Joint Or Something. And That Didn't Work Anymore. Once I Was Fairly Well Cleaned Out, Even A Little Bit Of A Drug Getting Into My Work Threw Me Off Kilter.

What Do You Do With A Lifetime Of Work? Face It In The Morning.

I Spent Most Of The Eighties, Most Of My Life, Riding Around In Somebody Else's Car, In Possession Of, Or Ingested Of, Something Illegal, On My Way From Something Illegal To Something Illegal With Many Illegal Things Happening All Around Me

I Find It Hard To Focus Looking Forward. So I Look Backward.