She told me I was fragile and didn’t have a capacity for emotion. Well *******. She had the most beautiful brown eyes, they made my knees weak. Shattered and disillusioned, I had fallen in love. Compliments are nice, but hookers are cheaper in the long run. Beer is good, ******* is great. My weeping soul could not make the difference out of two bottles of beer or two hookers that were so blown out of their mind, even I looked handsome. After listening to so many ominous records, I had come to the conclusion of defeat.

She left me on a Tuesday and I was drunk for 18 days straight. I couldn’t differ from morning, day or night. The night was young I’d had spent my last 100 bucks on a ******* from a ****** down on Hollywood boulevard. ******* it was the best I had ever had.

26, diminished and beaten. The day was May 29th in Los Angeles. I’d seen too much at a much too young age. I had just done three hits of acid and was beginning to trip. The world flashed in front of me as if it were the first encounter of alien life form seen by man. I took three more to make sure I get the full experience. There were two naked broads at my bed foot. *** appeal was out the window and I could only think about how small I was in this god forsaken earth. ****** both of them, but can’t remember their faces.