there is a feeling that happens in my belly that i can no longer coexist with.
Not anymore.
i have decided to start my first real book about things i actually know about.
Music, relationships, narcotics and psychology.
Sure, it's been done before. But it's not an attempt to somehow paint an image of some drug-binged relationship whore, no.
It's more about the psychology of relationships and how narcotics and women are like sex, drugs and rock n' roll; a perfect blend.
So i guess it's sort of autobiographical but, not intentionally. Only because it's something i can write about from first hand experience. And dedications? Miss Rose, Abbie Hoffman and, David Bazan.
My hereos.
Oh and how does music come in to it all?
It just always does. It's just that important.
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