Simple but complicated at times, like life. Write poems that turn into lyrics that I store on my comp to collect "dust." Original at times, but most of the time rather cliche and corny.
And I'm a lucky man that got blessed with meeting and falling in love with the greatest woman alive, Katie might say the same about me (appropriately phrased ofcourse).
My Junkie Name
Rollin' Randy
Drug Of Choice:
Cocaine
Last Item Pawned:
Newborn Baby
Cash On Hand:
Seventeen cents
Jobs Lost:
Thirteen
Piss Tests Failed:
Twenty One
High:
Twenty hours a day.
