Went through a similar situation, early 2000's. The vampire metaphor is spot on. At 65, through the Grace of God, I'm still here. I love your style, Sir. Through your video, and now literary presence, I feel a kinship with your sensibility. Keep it commin, Brother. And fuggum if they take joke!
Newish consumer of your stuff enjoyed your 3R stuff with Pete. I too was a vampire in nyc 80’s lower East side. 58 now. This was an old poem we all could recite by heart back then.
So now, little man, you've grown tired of grass LSD, goofballs, cocaine and hash,
and someone, pretending to be a true friend, said, "I'll introduce you to Miss Heroin."
Well honey, before you start fooling with me, just let me inform you of how it will be.
For I will seduce you and make you my slave,
I've sent men much stronger than you to their graves. You think you could never become a disgrace,
and end up addicted to Poppy seed waste.
So you'll start inhaling me one afternoon,
you'll take me into your arms very soon.
And once I've entered deep down in your veins, The craving will nearly drive you insane.
You'll swindle your mother and just for a buck. You'll turn into something vile and corrupt.
You'll mug and you'll steal for my narcotic charm, and feel contentment when I'm in your arms.
The day, when you realize the monster you've grown, you'll solemnly swear to leave me alone.
If you think you've got that mystical knack,
then sweetie, just try getting me off your back.
The vomit, the cramps, your gut tied in knots.
The jangling nerves screaming for one more shot. The hot chills and cold sweats, withdrawal pains, can only be saved by my little white grains.
There's no other way, and there's no need to look, for deep down inside you know you are hooked. You'll desperately run to the pushers and then, you'll welcome me back to your arms once again.
And you will return just as I foretold!
I know that you'll give me your body and soul.
You'll give up your morals, your conscience, your heart. And you will be mine until, "Death Do Us Part"
Whoa, this stuff is really heavy, T777. It totally rocks my uptight UMC Karen world. ✌️♥️ Edit: Some of you here must know this familiar story, but a beloved relative is a fent addict who has somehow made to 50-something. T makes me feel his numb emptiness. Pray for my relative, friends; he is clawing his way out of yet another rock-bottom. (The succubus might actually have him for good this time, though.) Thanks, T. It lights up my week to receive a notification that you've posted something. It blasts a hole in my comfy bubble. Peace and love
I remember when I was being hog tied and beaten during a sour dope deal in an apartment on a bad day, on an even worse street, in Chicago many years ago. They took a lot from me that day. But they didn't get my stash. I remember being so relieved that I held out. I risked my life for a 100 bucks worth of China I had got of a guy the night before. I wasn't relieved bc I took it like a man, no I was relieved bc I knew, as I wiggled over to the closet after they left, that I could make it all go away.
Many years later in prison I heard a guy say "I NEVER took a day off when I was a piece of shit on the street."
I am heading to Chicago over Christmas to visit family and i'd love to buy you a coffee while there. I am a student at St. Johns College Annapolis, Maryland, and am a big fan of your work. My number is 410 940 5470 and my email is lssujdovic@gmail.com, can you send through a personal line that I can reach you on? Cheers. x
Went through a similar situation, early 2000's. The vampire metaphor is spot on. At 65, through the Grace of God, I'm still here. I love your style, Sir. Through your video, and now literary presence, I feel a kinship with your sensibility. Keep it commin, Brother. And fuggum if they take joke!
Newish consumer of your stuff enjoyed your 3R stuff with Pete. I too was a vampire in nyc 80’s lower East side. 58 now. This was an old poem we all could recite by heart back then.
So now, little man, you've grown tired of grass LSD, goofballs, cocaine and hash,
and someone, pretending to be a true friend, said, "I'll introduce you to Miss Heroin."
Well honey, before you start fooling with me, just let me inform you of how it will be.
For I will seduce you and make you my slave,
I've sent men much stronger than you to their graves. You think you could never become a disgrace,
and end up addicted to Poppy seed waste.
So you'll start inhaling me one afternoon,
you'll take me into your arms very soon.
And once I've entered deep down in your veins, The craving will nearly drive you insane.
You'll swindle your mother and just for a buck. You'll turn into something vile and corrupt.
You'll mug and you'll steal for my narcotic charm, and feel contentment when I'm in your arms.
The day, when you realize the monster you've grown, you'll solemnly swear to leave me alone.
If you think you've got that mystical knack,
then sweetie, just try getting me off your back.
The vomit, the cramps, your gut tied in knots.
The jangling nerves screaming for one more shot. The hot chills and cold sweats, withdrawal pains, can only be saved by my little white grains.
There's no other way, and there's no need to look, for deep down inside you know you are hooked. You'll desperately run to the pushers and then, you'll welcome me back to your arms once again.
And you will return just as I foretold!
I know that you'll give me your body and soul.
You'll give up your morals, your conscience, your heart. And you will be mine until, "Death Do Us Part"
(Take me in your arms – Miss Heroin) Anonymous
Wow. You're becoming the intellectual, non-degenerate Bukowski for our generation.
Good on you, brother.
I kinda like the idea that she saw a maybe more positive future for you. Maybe she saw this one.
True wordsmith. Love the content, brother
Whoa, this stuff is really heavy, T777. It totally rocks my uptight UMC Karen world. ✌️♥️ Edit: Some of you here must know this familiar story, but a beloved relative is a fent addict who has somehow made to 50-something. T makes me feel his numb emptiness. Pray for my relative, friends; he is clawing his way out of yet another rock-bottom. (The succubus might actually have him for good this time, though.) Thanks, T. It lights up my week to receive a notification that you've posted something. It blasts a hole in my comfy bubble. Peace and love
I remember when I was being hog tied and beaten during a sour dope deal in an apartment on a bad day, on an even worse street, in Chicago many years ago. They took a lot from me that day. But they didn't get my stash. I remember being so relieved that I held out. I risked my life for a 100 bucks worth of China I had got of a guy the night before. I wasn't relieved bc I took it like a man, no I was relieved bc I knew, as I wiggled over to the closet after they left, that I could make it all go away.
Many years later in prison I heard a guy say "I NEVER took a day off when I was a piece of shit on the street."
AMEN
Hey 7homas
I am heading to Chicago over Christmas to visit family and i'd love to buy you a coffee while there. I am a student at St. Johns College Annapolis, Maryland, and am a big fan of your work. My number is 410 940 5470 and my email is lssujdovic@gmail.com, can you send through a personal line that I can reach you on? Cheers. x