Hanging with George Thorogood and a poem.
I drink alone… Prettiest and meanest gal in the Jazz bar. She drank alone. She looked into the mirror and she told the mirror. Fuck you. Pretty Sheila wanted no voices. She loved… Continue reading
I drink alone… Prettiest and meanest gal in the Jazz bar. She drank alone. She looked into the mirror and she told the mirror. Fuck you. Pretty Sheila wanted no voices. She loved… Continue reading
Bad to the bones…. (Written in 1989 rewritten today) I’m going crazy. I don’t know which way is out or in.I have fell into too deep. I can’t see the light.Darkness took my… Continue reading