…downtrodden drunk bastard, waiting to die, drinking a bottle or whiskey rye, holding a hound dog, is under a porch firing a flare gun at the kids on the street…
sounds like a country song.
I’m thinkin maybe that acid hasn’t all played out yet.
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sounds like a country song.
I’m thinkin maybe that acid hasn’t all played out yet.