And so, where am I? I am weary and dead with work. Dying in the winter. Through dark dark nights. Plodding through days like a workhorse. Perishing. Gaining weight daily– blowing up like a poisoned dog. Where am I? Doing my December number and wondering if my January deal is next on the bill. Sitting in my living room with my dope and beer and television– putting myself out every night with my sad old mother’s image floating through my brain.
December 27th, 1976
December 27th, 1976
December 27th, 1976
And so, where am I? I am weary and dead with work. Dying in the winter. Through dark dark nights. Plodding through days like a workhorse. Perishing. Gaining weight daily– blowing up like a poisoned dog. Where am I? Doing my December number and wondering if my January deal is next on the bill. Sitting in my living room with my dope and beer and television– putting myself out every night with my sad old mother’s image floating through my brain.