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Baby, I�ve tuned out for 7 days (on Grappa) and
opened up my eyes
in Florida, shacked up
and inside
a wild,
dyed, platinum
blonde
(she�s from my past, but that was over 6 years ago)

How did I get down here?
How did I get on top of her?
Enough questions

(pumping away, I�m a busy lil worker bee)

Finish up w/ a cheap climax
take 3 shots (southern comfort)
and get dressed
to walk out the door
(just getting some cigarettes hon)

Zip & Pow
I�m driving towards Ensenada
cutting between Mexican mountains
in a rented Toyota.

Ensenada? Rental car?
Man-
I have no
sense of direction, or road maps,
no
license, or money

Who cares,
keep
pushing buddy,
perseverance
is the key!

2 years
in a 2 room
roach motel

1 child �
� Mexican
named John (after me)
and
Today�s his birthday,
8/24/77,
I�ve bought him his first guitar and
right now I�m in the party supply store
deciding,
on a pi?ata
sucking,
on the 6th beer
of Monday afternoon

I walk out
into the FWOOOSHHH
that drops me
in L.A.
of �82

�Mr. Dempsey do you understand the charges that have been bought up
against you?�
�Yes sir� and
the jury�s verdict
is always: Guilty
(y?)
(�cause it�s real easy to call for someone else�s blood)

2 counts of murder
1 state appointed lawyer and
1 life sentence =
me hitting the weights
(oh- and here�s a hint: don�t sleep on ur stomach)

3yrs down the line
I�m in a red puddle
and there�s a sharpened spoon
worked into my kidney

hand cuffed
to the rails of a bed
I�m in an operating room
I breathe deep, count backwards
from 10, and get
lost
in local anesthetic

it�s all black here

when the light shines through

Racing day!
I�m driving for
Porsche-
It�s the LeMans
24 hrs, and I�m ranked #7 in the world.

Auto racing? Europe?
Screw it- go time-
I�m gonna burn the competition
right off the damned road!

When the
green light signals, (glazed eyes, beer in the a.m.)
I punch the accelerator
and out my windshield,
stretches �
the brick buildings
of

nineteen
97
New York
architecture

I�m going to headquarters,
a board meeting, and
I�m on the board.
I run the Manhattan office.

We�re discussing mergers
I�m in corporate finance baby
working at the #4
investment bank (I�m one of the Big Boys)

I make the parking garage
where
a flying beer bottle
lands w/ a concussion
and some street kids
make off w/ my wallet

ouch-

dried blood
on the back of my head
gets me to the 27th hospital
of my life career

10 stitches, 2 bars and a subway ride later

I�m shaving off my girlfriend�s hair
a 19 yr old, punk rock sweetheart
wearing a fake diamond stud
in her pretty little nose,
and
nothing else
meanwhile
I�m 25 w/
a drinking problem
and a name
in the underground music scene
tonight�s show is Big
Promoters/Agents/Leeches
u name it, will all be there
we hop in the shower to clean up, (well 1st we get dirty)
and I step out, holding a half empty bottle (rum) alone
living
in a basement apartment
in Queens

I
pour
another morning shot,
knowing
that once I step out the door
I could wind up anywhere:
In Texas as a rodeo clown
or in the Caribbean renting jet skis,
maybe even
in YOUR bedroom, at 4am,
and we�re both sweating . . .

whatever- I toss the shot down
work my body
into some clothes
and
roll the dice
by hitting
Submit
and turning the door knob


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