Fast Lane

Flying by the seat of my pants. All legs, no dance. Running fast. Can it last??? Days go by, Speed or die. Line after line. No food all wine. Running low on cash. Here comes the crash... Stopping... Dropping... Rock bottomed out. Will it end? — No doubt.

One Hit

Today is the day. I will no longer get my fix. No doubt. No way. Getting myself out of the mix. I feel so free, I am finally me. Tired as hell, Not feeling so well. Distracting my brain, Life is a strain. Crawling out of my shirt. One hit wouldn’t hurt. Wait, stop! What … Continue reading One Hit