Welcome to Midnight Drug Abuse
I am your host, Mr. Addict
here I will perform nightly rituals
piercing my well toned flesh
with a fresh surgical tipped syringe
my eyes roll back to a world of make believe
and back again, so I can see, the best of both worlds
I recall my hole in the wall apartment
I lived in, the second floor above Henry’s Dry Cleaning
120 degrees, humidity and dryer lint
floated up through my poor excuse of ventilation
and then there she was, like some sort of biblical revelation
pretending to be an angel with all the answers
she got me high that night
I got high by myself the next day
and I was amazed at how much brighter the world actually was
I converted my habit into a job
traded my job into a talk show
stay tuned for next weeks episode
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The Emotional Delusions of a Mad Man
