Oh, demon alcohol, sad memories I can't recall.
I got that idea from being in India. I always like the chanting.
You make alterations, affecting your pose, a new house, a new car, a new job, a new nose.
Surviving, that's my plan.
Now I'm grown up and playing in a band.
The passage of time eliminates some of the more intimate details of one's existence. The routine trivia like passing water and shitting and the amount of food and alcohol consumed in the course of daily survival. Sure, there were girls. Lots of'em. It's inevitable.