You’re 3 to 5 baby, only 3 to 5. Yes, that’s right my old buskin’ buddy, you’ve reached the end of Buskers’ Road. The years have rolled on by without your notice, and now the fresh morning air hits your red-swollen lungs as if it were a foreign object that must be rejected…
A few deep breaths,
A few hurling gacks into the roach infested bathroom sink, and the inflammation beings to subside…
There you go man, the storm has calmed…
Now, time for that first morning cigarette…
Rock & Roll Lifestyle
