My Guys Studied Music From A Young

The Good News Is That By The Second Year, Those Cravings Were About As Half As Frequent, And By The Third Year, Half As Much Again. I'm Still A Little Bent, A Little Crooked, But All Things Crooked, I Can't Complain. After All Those Years Of All Kinds Of Abuse And Crashing Into Trees At Eighty Miles An Hour And Jumping Off Buildings And Living Through Overdoses And Liver Disease, I Feel Better Now Than I Did Ten Years Ago. I Might Have Some Scar Tissue, But That's Alright, I'm Still Making Progress.

It Didn't Matter If I Got Bitten By A Dog Or I Ripped My Pants On The Fence Post Or I Poked Myself In The Eye With A Tree Branch That I Was Crawling Over, It Was All About The Shortcut. My Whole Life I Took The Shortcut, And I Ended Up Lost.

The Fact My Relationship With My Son Is So Good Makes Me Forgiving Of My Father And Also Appreciative.

My Sobriety Isn't Up For Discussion, But As For Vices, I Seem To Hack Away At Them With My Invisible Machete From Dawn Till Dusk. The Vice Of 'more' Is An Ongoing Theme.

Honestly, I'm Really Just A Teddy Bear.