The Evolving Slacker

Where the hell am I?

stream of consciousness

 

Weird place, listening to Judas Priest

Black lights and mounds of pot

I kept thinking where the hell am I?

All I knew is I was fucking high

 

It was the coolest place I had ever been

My older bro was with me doing his thing

White lightning flashing cross the sky

Was only young…sure I was gonna die

 

Got there on back of Ricky’s old green KZ’d

Cops stopped us shoved an ounce in my pants

Is this for real, am I sure I’m not dead?

But was too real, must be alive

 

At Mcgregors doing hit after hit

Hot knives and all of that shit

Sabbath playing, chickens with no heads

Holy fuck, nothing else to be said

 

Doing shrooms, in a deserted field

Down under bridge to seal the deal

Just another night in hooterville town

Just the way shit went down

 

Hippy shack, passed out in the woods

Woke up, thinking holy fuck

Crawled back to the parking lot

crawled in back of a someone’s truck

 

Why did everything become insane?

Was it really ever fucking sane!

 

Been fucked upped since thirteen

Smoked my first cigarette at eleven

Are us types allowed in heaven?

Doubt it, probably feels like prison

 

First time I tasted whiskey

Burned so much, then felt the fun

Right then I knew I was done

We all do, we all know it will come

 

We do everything to distract

But can’t escape the fact

There is no heaven there is no hell

Ya’ll know it, you know it well

 

Just gotta do the best, deal with the man

Eat your lunch from a garbage can

 

We all knew it back in the day

Still tried to find where the truth lay

It’s not for us to understand

So we got fucked up everyday

 

Nothing else made any sense

There is no future there is no past

Gotta live in the present tense

We gave‘er hell, and had a blast

 

We were driving way to fast

In the ditch, fuck was that a telephone poll?

Monte Carlo, with best buddy

I wish that dude was still around

 

Never knew the dye was cast

Don’t know how we made it back in the day

 

My Bro always knew there was something wrong

He looked at shit and said what’s the point

All while rolling a sweet ass joint

We all thought he was fucking cray

 

But he always knew from an early age

Shit like this it aint gonna stay

He never tried to assimilate

He did his own shit, went his own way

 

Didn’t want to live past 40

 

Lived so fast, never worried a bit

Not sure if he was happy or not

Porbably piss’d still had to put up with shit

But apparently he did a lot of good with it

 

I think of him and have much respect

Dude did it and dealt with it

Helped a lot of peeps on the street

Looking back he was fucking sweet!

 

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