It was at the crack of the afternoon always when like some old circus bear i staggred to life. Coffee surged through my veins with a touch of turkey to embrace the day to day troubles with a sense of reason in the insanity.
The whispers were heavy like gunshot's that filled a early morning duck hunt. Where half drunk men shared bottles and stories of conquest's some false others just straight *******. He's losing it ya know?
They had read my scrbblings and saw the flaws yet dared never to speak the words to the devil in the flesh. But much like a villan or a dam good ****** with a std i was just waitting to run yet again.
The Gonzo of old died hard and a writer of insanity seldom was at a loss for words or far from a intersection of trouble. The road called. And I her slave seldom ignored her for any woman worth her salt was a cruel ***** at heart and thats what made them so dam aluering.
I was the president of debauchrey the chairman of the boy's club a locker room jester who seldom showed his flaws. But time scars us all and I was no diffrent.
I had slowed yet went past that edge like a child who tears into a gift seldom looking at the paper let alone who its from. Still that gleam in the eye did exist and the danger was all but to real.
I was ready to claim it back although none could take it from me. The bike was older yet still had a howl like a devils hound on a sunsets promise. the drugs the ***** the women all where but part of the drive and freedom of a perk.
Much like the whiskey that burns in my veins id never water down my word's Cold wether was pointing me south the Key's were calling in a tragic Hemmingway sense the old man's sea was but a bitter pill and a islands stream of erased thought.
On a road that never grew old as I. Soon i was off. And God only knows what would lead to this tour of destruction. But all i can say is gentlemen start your engines.
For the chaos has just begun.
Welcome To The Boy's Club Part One
I am a writer at heart and poet by nature and a force of insanity by the grace of God or maybe a padded hand ina devils poker game. But either way my words always hold there own.