hit the road after high school, didn't wait for a ride, hitching my way from one dead show to another, sold t shirts and cigarettes and an occasional hit or bag of pot, anything to keep from starving, freezing, or going mad, begging for tickets, rides, sleeping in dirty flea infested buses, not showering for weeks, waking up with some chick you met the nite before, with love beads and flowers in her hair, wanting to go with you but your just making it yourself, looking back, i miss those days of seeing the country with eyes wide open, living free.. things will never be the same...
Reason for writing:
just drafting..
Birth sign: Libra
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