My friend Rick charged up to work the other day and gave me this book, which is too much, man. It’s about living free, bumming, a guide to pot, jobs and free everything. Brilliant.
I went berserk today, wanting to get stoned on something — anything — and there was nothing around, man. Ended up getting immersed in Black Widow’s Come to the Sabbat, throwing off my clothes and acting it out. ~ ~ ~ Rick’s bloody song’s on now — Me and You and a Dog Named Blue/Boo/Soo/Poo. It drags. He says it’s desperation, man.I think it’s as flat as Matthew’s Southern Comfort.
He says it’s about him.
