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I've got a dollar twenty-five and a pocket full of pills. I took a ride on the uptown train to a little eatery and bought a coffee and slice of bread. I parachuted and fell into a waking coma. I wrote a thank-you letter to my local pharmacy and apologized for all the stealing. I informed them they we're just not good enough to get me. Smoked some Royals and passed out in the alley. Woke up to the rain. A pleasent little day-I better get walking.
I get sped up and trip over a pile of manuscripts in the gutter. I Brush off the wet mess and squint at the words. That's funny. This work is mine.
I get back to the appartment and drink some Joe. I slug back a few of this or that and that or this and fall on sofa. A record player spins the sound of whichever drug fanatic maniac with an accustic guitar and 12 piece band I like. An old skin flick comes on, and I fall asleep.
Keith Perry-Metrosexual drug addict of the traveling downtown coffee house and bar hopping lifestyle. Smoking fiend and Drinker on the weekend. Get some pills and a pile of powder, and I'll potray quite possibly a pleasent face!!
M.O.
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