Posts Tagged ‘rock and roll’

Living on cheap wine and Marlon Brando, sweet wine, the stuff would make you want to die, throwing up on some lonely street corner, fifth and Vine.

Worlds were colliding, forced into making up, out, fucked, before being fucked was a thing.

July 5th, I found life on this shit hole planet, not much to write home about, two girls, Jim and Jan, maybe one was a guy, I wasn’t sure as the motley crew of drugs I had taken back in the city were starting to wear off.

“Recharge Mort! Refuckingcharge!” Dave, my travel companion and tax attorney was screaming from the back seat of the car we had stolen back in town.

I tried to remember if I was driving or if the imaginary bunny we had brought along was.

Turned out, nobody was, we were head up, ass down, in some parking lot in front of some dying casino known as the Flying J according to the blinking flashing sign.

“Bell hop!! Our bags!” I said snapping my fingers randomly, towards a midget nearest the door.

He smiled as he flipped us off and we climbed out of the car and into the casino/hotel/bordello.

We got two rooms, one bed, we wouldn’t be sleeping anyways, this was a business trip, to find that meaning of life, in the desert town of where ever we found ourselves.

“Do we have enough drugs?” Dave asked peeking into the large over-sized suitcase we had brought on this adventure.

“We got madness man, pure madness!” I replied popping two red pills and downing them with cheap Canadian beer bought from a Mexican farmer in some backwater town in Alabama.

I don’t remember much after the madness kicked in.

Blurry vision of me, Dave stumbling down the stairs, to the lobby, where the whores stood in line.

“We are not whores dear sir!” one fat ugly whore rambled on.

We weren’t here for the whores, we were here to find the story, the big story, the senator slinking his wet willy into a whore who wasn’t his wife.

Or maybe we were here to kill ourselves.

Dave was hoping for the senator.

He was here to keep me from going too far over the edge, or maybe I was here to keep him from going too far over the edge.

Neither of us knew what the other was for.

We took another hand full of pills.

Crazy mix of colors, for a random effect, later that night we found ourselves in the desert, chasing after pigeons, to communicate with our spirit animal.

I woke up three days later, face down, on some railroad tracks, last train left according to the locals in 1963.

I was 40 years too late, 50 if you knew how to count.

Dave was laying into a plate of hash brown potatoes and puke at some dingy truck stop.

He had left me to die there, hoping I wouldn’t wake up too soon but there I was, asking the waitress for a plate of goo and a cup of coffee to mask the taste of bourbon I was now dumping into a cup of black moldy coffee.

“Honey, you want some eggs and toast?” the waitress burped, fire ants crawling out of her nose.

I shook my head and popped a handful of rainbow colored pills.

“When do we get to Tucson?” I tried to make conversation with Dave who seemingly had left his body to go find a place to take a piss.

“Man, we ain’t going to Tucson!” he finally said, three hours later, as we traveled down the road, the steering wheel being steered by a bat we picked up in Cleveland.

The sign read ‘Truth or Consequences 25 miles’ we didn’t want neither of that so we roared past the turn off, into some purple haze that drifted up from the road, engulfing us in fumes.

“Man where are we going?” Dave looked around trying to get his sense of time and space, the drugs beginning to loosen their gripe.

“Here, take these!” I said throwing him a bag of colored pills I had gotten from my grandmother, a doctor. “You’re losing your reality! We’re heading into badger country man, don’t lose your wits!! They’re animals!!”

35 miles down the road, I lost my mind, it fell out of my ears and dripped onto the highway, trying to crawl out in the desert to find life.

“Oh no you don’t!” I said shoving it back into my head.

We were back on the road, after taking a long needed piss and a scratch.

An over-sized badger strolled up beside us.

“Is this leak taken?”

We all laughed.

It was half past a monkey’s ass by the time we reached Tucson.

A seedy place, Tucson, the kind of place where men are men and the sheep are afraid to pick up the soap.

We were suppose to meet my editor, Jackson, in Tucson, but he never showed.

He gave me some story about being 2 am, showering, sleeping, who the fuck knew.

I hung up the phone.

“So what do we do now?”Dave asked, lining up the coke in neat piled lines, snorting it straight into his spleen.

I shrugged, grabbing a straw, we’d worry about the next day, three days later, and ten whores down.


I want to bash your face in with a hammer! Die Motherfucker, die!

We were in the boys room,
Drinking gasoline,
Smoking cigarettes,
When I told you,
I wanted to kill you,
Bash in your fascist face,
Kill your mom,
Burn down your house,
Rock and roll,
Dangerous maniacs,
Inside my head,
Screaming out,
Death to death!!!

My dog hates you,
She thinks you’re a commie,
She wants to kill you,
Bash in your commie face,
Kill your mom,
Piss on your grave,
Burn down your house,
Dangerous maniacs,
Bipolar weavers,
Blind with rage,
A horror story,
In a romantic way,
I think I love you,
I still want to kill you.

I want to kill you,
Bash in your face,
With a baseball bat,
Tell the world,
You fell down a flight of stairs,
With that gun up your butt,
But I still love you,
But I kind of hate you,
You fascist commie bastard.
Die Batman, die you fascist zombie,
Go eat a neutron bomb,
Up your butt!!!!!!

Where was I?
I don’t remember,
Probably dying a little bit at a time,
Just like the mothers who said,
Eat and die,
You don’t lie,
To your mother,
The priests,
The politicians,
The guy down the street,
My dog hates your guts,
She thinks you’re a no good,
Commie bastard,
Probably from outer space,
Or Cleveland!

I want to smash your head in with a hammer,
Drink your brains,
Make love to your spleen,
I love you,
I hate you,
Can I kill you,
And make it look like an accidental suicide,
That you fell butt first on that rake?

Fuck you!!!!
You suck!!!
You should die!!!
Die! Die! Die!!!
I wanna smash your face,
You fascist commie mother fucking Nazi waste!!!
I want to slash your face!!!!!
Die! Bitch! Die!!
I think I love you,
Can we go out on a date??