Met Johnny Cash and hoisted brown bag specials as I crooned for a debut!
I jumped to Norlans to hit the noontime happy hours first sitting in and then running the gamit, on club row on Bourbon St..
Made my weigh to The Village where the clubs we're BYOB and family friendly like- "The Bottom Line".
Tagged Leonard Cohen and Tom Waites with my style back then. They'd rubbed my head and say "You bad man" I was 11 and I was GOOD!
Jumped from there to where ever the boxcar Willie Bois and Hobo friends could take me!
I signed many a shit stall with my penned words!
Met the notorious Tex-ino Bill who helped me improve my graffiti!
Played every dive and honky tonk the pro's hit at night durning the daytime seating me at the bar door in case the pole-leece made me go outside. Then I'd be called back in when they left! But mostly the pole leece didn't bother me unless a patron got bent, bout my young playin ass not being old enough to patronize the establishment. But once I started playin, everything changed! My fav working saying was- I'm anti commercial and anti elitist. Same now as I was then!
You mother fuckers! Stole my hearts shit, I had JUST reminisced, to POST!
Mother fuckers, I'm still being censored!
I closed it with- I don't miss those times! I miss you having them too!
Guess you got civil-lies?
Isn't that how the british-ed lost the war?
I'll whisper my sweet manys some fuckin place else you cocksuckers!
Not under your COMMUNIST CENSORING FUCKING ASSES!
If Rembrandt was alive today, you'd never fuckin know'm!
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