I've been missing my traveling (read: homeless gutterpunk) days more and more lately. Long story short, I was really fucked in the head after coming home from Iraq and ended up on the streets. Some of the best times of my life. Drunk before noon, after noon, after midnight ... day in and day out ... I'm not sure how many different substances I tried ... sleeping under overpasses or in abandoned houses, every now and then getting adopted by hippies. Food grew on trees (or was got from soup kitchens) and water fell from the sky, so whenever I wanted smokes or booze I'd just spange (spare for change) 'till I had enough. Drugs were always free provided you knew how to smile, and it's hard not to smile when life's that easy.
Get rid of all the extraneous bullshit, get rid of all the bills, all the rules, all the worries, and just have a blast doing whatever the fuck you feel like doing. It really was the life for a while.
Get rid of all the extraneous bullshit, get rid of all the bills, all the rules, all the worries, and just have a blast doing whatever the fuck you feel like doing. It really was the life for a while.
This one's for every friend who decided not to drop out and stay at their mom's house. I'll miss you on the street corner when it starts to get dark.
One of the things I'll miss most is drinking in public, strummin' the acoustic, and singing such wonderful songs.
Oh, and in a final note ... here's a little something in the same spirit that pays a little tribute to SG.
Maybe again, someday. I could put it off 'till I'm old?
oh and it's just the folks in my top 8
it's all about you guys today
ps:my brother and grandfathers are Vets...thank you