Long before I became 'rich and famous' I just sat round drinking wine and staring at the walls.
There's music in everything, even defeat
one can never be sure whether it's good poetry or bad acid
It's just that the grape has me down.
I wasnโt going anywhere and neither was the rest of the world. We were all just hanging around waiting to die and meanwhile doing little things to fill the space. Some of use werenโt even doing little things. We were vegetables.
The hangover was brutal but he didn't mind. It told him he had been somewhere else, someplace good.