Cocaine sped me to my bottom. The
more cocaine I took, the more alcohol I could drink. The two substances fed off
each other, a feeding frenzy. Already plummeting well enough on my own, cocaine
and other dry goods sped the process.
"Up, Down, Sideways, Here I Go Again" coulda, shoulda, woulda been a song to
sing as I was doing my thing and my thing was doing it's thing to me. Easy,
Peasy, Louisey!
For
me, Alcohol, in combinations with any and many other drugs, was the Quicker
Fucker-Upper (Sorry, Bounty Paper Towels).
Cocaine sped me to my bottom.
Hallelujah!
"Do
Not Take With Alcohol." Hallelujah!
from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Chapter 28)
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