Baby, I’ve tuned out for 7 days (on Grappa) and
opened up my eyes
in Florida, shacked up
and inside
a wild,
dyed, platinum
blonde
(she’s from my past, but that was over 6 years ago)

How did I get down here?
How did I get on top of her?
Enough questions

(pumping away, I’m a busy lil worker bee)

Finish up w/ a cheap climax
take 3 shots (southern comfort)
and get dressed
to walk out the door
(just getting some cigarettes hon)

Zip & Pow
I’m driving towards Ensenada
cutting between Mexican mountains
in a rented Toyota.

Ensenada? Rental car?
Man-
I have no
sense of direction, or road maps,
no
license, or money

Who cares,
keep
pushing buddy,
perseverance
is the key!

2 years
in a 2 room
roach motel

1 child –
½ Mexican
named John (after me)
and
Today’s his birthday,
8/24/77,
I’ve bought him his first guitar and
right now I’m in the party supply store
deciding,
on a pi?ata
sucking,
on the 6th beer
of Monday afternoon

I walk out
into the FWOOOSHHH
that drops me
in L.A.
of ‘82

“Mr. Dempsey do you understand the charges that have been bought up
against you?”
“Yes sir” and
the jury’s verdict
is always: Guilty
(y?)
(‘cause it’s real easy to call for someone else’s blood)

2 counts of murder
1 state appointed lawyer and
1 life sentence =
me hitting the weights
(oh- and here’s a hint: don’t sleep on ur stomach)

3yrs down the line
I’m in a red puddle
and there’s a sharpened spoon
worked into my kidney

hand cuffed
to the rails of a bed
I’m in an operating room
I breathe deep, count backwards
from 10, and get
lost
in local anesthetic

it’s all black here

when the light shines through

Racing day!
I’m driving for
Porsche-
It’s the LeMans
24 hrs, and I’m ranked #7 in the world.

Auto racing? Europe?
Screw it- go time-
I’m gonna burn the competition
right off the damned road!

When the
green light signals, (glazed eyes, beer in the a.m.)
I punch the accelerator
and out my windshield,
stretches –
the brick buildings
of

nineteen
97
New York
architecture

I’m going to headquarters,
a board meeting, and
I’m on the board.
I run the Manhattan office.

We’re discussing mergers
I’m in corporate finance baby
working at the #4
investment bank (I’m one of the Big Boys)

I make the parking garage
where
a flying beer bottle
lands w/ a concussion
and some street kids
make off w/ my wallet

ouch-

dried blood
on the back of my head
gets me to the 27th hospital
of my life career

10 stitches, 2 bars and a subway ride later

I’m shaving off my girlfriend’s hair
a 19 yr old, punk rock sweetheart
wearing a fake diamond stud
in her pretty little nose,
and
nothing else
meanwhile
I’m 25 w/
a drinking problem
and a name
in the underground music scene
tonight’s show is Big
Promoters/Agents/Leeches
u name it, will all be there
we hop in the shower to clean up, (well 1st we get dirty)
and I step out, holding a half empty bottle (rum) alone
living
in a basement apartment
in Queens

I
pour
another morning shot,
knowing
that once I step out the door
I could wind up anywhere:
In Texas as a rodeo clown
or in the Caribbean renting jet skis,
maybe even
in YOUR bedroom, at 4am,
and we’re both sweating . . .

whatever- I toss the shot down
work my body
into some clothes
and
roll the dice
by hitting
Submit
and turning the door knob


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