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I've Always Found Drugs And Alcohol Somewhat Pedestrian. It's Like, I Don't Need An External Agent To Open My Mind. I'm Here, Conscious, Alert, Present. Why Would I Alter That?

Instinct Taught Me 20 Years Ago To Pace A Song Or A Concert Performance. That Translates Into Pacing A Story, Pleasing A Reading Audience.

My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love Jesus. It's That Kind Of Morning.

Nothing To Show But This Brand New Tattoo. But It's A Real Beauty, A Mexican Cutie, How It Got Here I Haven't A Clue.

Bryl-cream, A Little Dab Will Do You.