Print

Me and my brother's old lady went out and got stinking, she solved her curiosities about me by the railroad tracks. She said I reminded her of him before he started drinking and banging the babysitter every time she turned her back. I We opened up the sunroof and smoked a big ole joint and drank a case of Pabst Blue Ribbon listening to the crickets and trains. Every so often she'd lapse into narcotic rambling. Moon and mascara. I've always been a holy terror. Temptations lurking every where. If your mind's in the gutter, Beware! You'll find me there. Me and a friend were talking after the funeral. She said it should have been me but I'm still around and I been so wild, I'm surprised I made it to the seventh grade, and all my dead friends have settled down. My eyes were puffy and she asked if I'd been crying. I said 'tears are for pussies' but who was I kidding. So we stopped at the bar and drank them dry. Beer and tequila. I've always been a thrill seeker. But thrills are a dime a dozen these days. And I found a dime in the gutter today. Tails facing up. Still fucking up. Still fucking up. A funny thing happened on my way to a strange way of thinking From Letras Mania