I woke up, stood up, to drunk I fell to the ground, tumbling around, waiting to be lost and found. And Kitty-Kat was playing with a fire stick, while aussie Phil was reciting some random flick.
Caroline was wound up on dirty speed, screaming to some faceless chum to tend her need.
And little Stephanie was passing out as Steven roared a primal shout to Sean what the American dream was all about.
Some guys had a pond with a golden fish they'd bought last night.
And a heavy guy was trying to pick a fight with Andy who was blazed alight by som skunk he stole backstage, while Chris was making out with some Dead Kennedy punk.
I asked a brown eyed girl for a kiss, flunked out when i fell over and missed. By now i was way to pissed, so I sat in the mud, felt like dud and was about to blow. When Charlie grabbed my arm and dragged me to the show. Iggy Pop was the worlds forgotten boy when we danced in the rain. In those summer days everything was insane.
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