The road was always interesting but I figured after my last
um run in with authorities gonzo needed to lay
low and anyone else he could get his hands on.
Apon return I found i had some unpaid parking tickets and
some unretuned videos ****** man thoose videos were
no joke you ever cross paths with a ******* video store clerk
it wasnt pretty and i really wasnt up for ****** oil wrestling
at the moment.
The strange device attached to the phone that spoke and I belived
had turned my on to drugs was filled with voices.
many of which asking the same question.
Gonzo where have you been?
Gonzo Im late.
****** woman should have left sooner.
Why was that my problem oh ****.
Well maybe we erase that one change my name .
Who am i kidding no one could be this goddamed good looking.
So many messages played it was like a far of hello are a ****
in a packed elevator even if ya did it you always blamed it on
Eliot he's a nervous farter and a wonderful dancer so
the drag queen in vegas told me dont ask.
Hey Gonzo did you steal my credit card?
Cause im gonna kick your ***.
****** now the mighty samuri of hello was mad at me.
And a battle between poets is never a prety thing.
that and i feared i would be burried alive by Gary and
his many books.
Once he threw like ninja stars yes he new some tricks
and had spell check but i had whiskey bottles.
And a army of truck driving lesbians to hide behind.
I knew it was best to seek refuge in a place none would think to
look in a bar.
the place smelled funny and the whiskey was watred down.
And what kind of place served kids.
After the acid finally weared off i realized i probaly needed
to exit the ball bit at macdonalds cause thoose ten year old
playground gangs were known to flip ****
when ya didnt hand over your happy meal.
My time on the road had taught me many things.
None of which I could remember.
Much like sobriety and spell check i had little
need for brain cells either.
So onto the pub my true home i did return.
After a bit of some engine troubles.
it's hell kickstarting a Harley in highheels.
****** thoose were a nice pair to Eliot was gonna be ******
But it was time for Gonzos return ******.
And the pud needed its favorite madman.
Cause a pub without Gonzo.
Well it's probaly better stocked but *****
friends im back.
Yes just when you thought it was safe to
open the ice box and not find a dwarf
the true madman of hello has returned
like a good botlle of whiskey or a bad std
it all depends on how ya look at it.
cheers amigos.
