I must have passed out again. Either that, or what followed was too horrible to remember, which is my guess, seeing as my last memory is of a trio of the little fucks chasing after me waving cat fetuses impaled on tent stakes and turning the landscape into a bloody Jackson Pollack painting. I was sure that the little bastards had been smoking viagra laced crack and were going to violate me and then cut me open like a scie...
My God, The Devil Heroin I walk down a broken street in search of my Promised Land, I'm on a mission from God and my God's name is Heroin.In the distance I can hear the gunfire,I'm in a holy war, my sergeant’s named desire.I walk past other junkies nodding out against a wall,We're fighting the same cause, fighting against withdrawal.I reach my destination, I talk with the man,I hand him twenty dollars, he puts my God in m...
Beside us raced the hurricane. 140 mph of sheer twisted speed, barely able to keep up with the rented Corvette we’d picked up in Toledo, let alone my amphetamine fueled brain. Under the dashboard was enough acid and ecstasy to turn an entire nation of jihad spouting Islamists into black-eyed love monkeys. Wrapped up in tinfoil and enough duct tape to open our own OSH to keep those drug sniffing bastard Nazis commonly kno...
