BAD GIRLS AND THE MUSICIANS WHO LOVED THEM

BAD GIRLS AND THE MUSICIANS WHO LOVED THEM

Sex, excess, cigarettes. The music, the drugs, times of our lives, bad highs, bad bad highs. Love, laugh, cry “I love you!” visiting the day, living in the night,

world in our hands, music and wine, best times, worst cries, living high, live and laugh.

EXTRACT

THE NATURE OF MY ADDICTION

Professional drug user

Never taken over

By the bad high

Always down for another drink

Another hit,

Another blunt ,

Another sip.

Friends with all sorts of dealers

Connected

No matter the hour,

Always know a guy

We can go to, call,

Or place to go to.

Smokes,

she’s got that too

BONFIRE CONCERT

Late night

Land breeze

Light chill

Mellow.

Passing the bottle without sipping,

Sobering the other side of drunk.

Deserted by the smoke run,

Going easy on the blunt,

Bonfire dying down.

Feet in sand,

Heads on laps,

Some on shoulders, chests,

Arms wrapped around,

Hands interlocked,

Sitting between legs,

Under blankets

Listening to the great soloist,

Not as the gluttonous rock star,

But as the church choir singer that came before.

Mellowed by the high,

Beach side,

At his purest,

Bare voice,

Backed only by the sea and his guitar.

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