"...Da Devils Radio"

How I miss them swell daze of getting fucking high as hell. It was like a Kamikaze tea ceremony. It had tradition. A fucking point of reverence about it. Now I just sit around bored, and wounded.

This like everyone else staring blankly numb. We're Angels with our wings hacked shredded off our backs. Our souls yanked out of our bleeding butts with white hot pliers. Swell fucking great just fine. 

...'But once it was different.

"Heroin" by the Velvet Underground, listen below, is a song from the pit of my frigging guts. I was married to just about every kind of shit in my time. At my memorial I want this played.

Thank g-d cheating dealers corrupt cops and the CIA for all the drugs I used back in the day. Couldn't have made it here without them. They took me to the very edge of Death, and brought me back to tell the tale.

What Buddhist monk wouldn't give prayer beads for a taste of that! 

I had my sacraments delivered. 

Middle Class style if you please.  In my Cocaine Meth Ketamine daze I was in the upper circles of slow death. Diplomatic pouch grade shit via Fidel's Cuba from Caracas!. Being a broadcaster had it perks. 

I'm talking 90 to 100 percent pure. Yeah I hear you say, "...100% is not possible! Oh pardon me dear comrades,...it most certainly was is, and always will be if you know who what, and where, and especially how.

Best stuff this side of Joan d'Arc's Hell. 

It made all the wounds heal all the demons melt away. Just like in this song. Heroin except for snorting a spike now'n then...not my cup of death. The Vomit Barrier, and at the time AIDS came as an extra. For some though this was no problem. 

A few even lived to tell their tales.

Gimme a break. I do not renounce my demented fast sweet insane Drug Life. Them twilight wanderings of centuries. I renounce it no more that a soldier would ever renounce their War. It made both of us what we are. Take that away, and we're incomplete. Shadows wisps nothing.

That time was a passage a mad hellish paradise a tonic for our demon angelic guts. It made us the Saints we are today.