Another run into the vast unknown. Direction still unknown. New rig, two pussycats in tow and more magic than ever. Oughta be a hoot...anyone curious?
I think, but not perhaps. Perhaps theve ran out of caffine pills bastard woke up with his neck slit laying in a pile of cocaine, And you know the junkies will still sniff it. Sell it in Boston or you'll end up like that fool. SLowy* my eyes drift to the rather large bathtub full of cocaine with that overweight fat bastard in the middle. Blood, coke everywere. Fuck it.