Poetry For Everyday People
Best Decsion I Ever Made
I was young
on fire with
curiosity,
I been hanging
in bars since
I was fourteen,
when I was sixteen
I started helping
bands out, carrying
equipment, selling
records, T-shirts,
at shows,
and my friends brother
who was a hero man, he
owned a record store,
managed bands, his record
collection was written about
in the Washington Post, Springsteen,
The Who, The Rolling Stones, Dylan,
The Beatles, we would
go to his house about seven P.M.
he would be waking up, he would
call some restaurant and tell'em
to stay open late for him and they
would,
he would throw a bag of pot,
on the table, a mound of cocaine,
he would say don't touch that
stuff, just the smoke and I listened
to him, one day his brother gave me
a lil' corner baggy, said try it, I
told'em maybe later, I held on to it
for weeks,
I would go out drinking in bars
go into the bathroom, or outside
for a smoke and feel that baggy in
my pocket, take it out, open it,
pretend I was gettin' ready to do
a blast then I would put it back
in my pocket,
at sixteen I'd already tried too
many drugs, my repertoire was good,
controlled, I was cool with it,
it was very important to me to
stay in control, stay cool, seen
too many people make asses of themselves,
too many lives ruined,
finally I just threw it out,
had a lot of friends that would've
loved me for givin' it to'em, but
I didn't feel right about it,
twenty four years later, I lost my best
friend to it, he's alive but we don't talk,
we use to get drunk, go to gigs, sleep in the
same bed laughing like kids at a sleep over,
play guitar all night, we drank Evan Williams
as if it was, the fountain of youth but we don't talk
anymore,
two month ago I lost another friend, single mother
of two children, fifteen and eleven, knew her for
four years, saw her almost everyday, her husband
killed himself two years prior to us meeting, his
little boy found him, we tried reaching her, tried,
tried, tried, we got the call at one in the afternoon,
our son came in crying, she'd hung her self, her daughter
found her,
I don't know what it is I knew at sixteen about cocaine?
I just knew I haven't met a drug I didn't like, and instinctively
knew I had to stay away from this one, I drink alcohol,
enjoy fine smoke and I know better than to abuse them,
takes the fun out of it, gotta respect what makes you
feel good man, other wise it'll rip the soul right outta you,
and whatta you gonna do
without soul.
on fire with
curiosity,
I been hanging
in bars since
I was fourteen,
when I was sixteen
I started helping
bands out, carrying
equipment, selling
records, T-shirts,
at shows,
and my friends brother
who was a hero man, he
owned a record store,
managed bands, his record
collection was written about
in the Washington Post, Springsteen,
The Who, The Rolling Stones, Dylan,
The Beatles, we would
go to his house about seven P.M.
he would be waking up, he would
call some restaurant and tell'em
to stay open late for him and they
would,
he would throw a bag of pot,
on the table, a mound of cocaine,
he would say don't touch that
stuff, just the smoke and I listened
to him, one day his brother gave me
a lil' corner baggy, said try it, I
told'em maybe later, I held on to it
for weeks,
I would go out drinking in bars
go into the bathroom, or outside
for a smoke and feel that baggy in
my pocket, take it out, open it,
pretend I was gettin' ready to do
a blast then I would put it back
in my pocket,
at sixteen I'd already tried too
many drugs, my repertoire was good,
controlled, I was cool with it,
it was very important to me to
stay in control, stay cool, seen
too many people make asses of themselves,
too many lives ruined,
finally I just threw it out,
had a lot of friends that would've
loved me for givin' it to'em, but
I didn't feel right about it,
twenty four years later, I lost my best
friend to it, he's alive but we don't talk,
we use to get drunk, go to gigs, sleep in the
same bed laughing like kids at a sleep over,
play guitar all night, we drank Evan Williams
as if it was, the fountain of youth but we don't talk
anymore,
two month ago I lost another friend, single mother
of two children, fifteen and eleven, knew her for
four years, saw her almost everyday, her husband
killed himself two years prior to us meeting, his
little boy found him, we tried reaching her, tried,
tried, tried, we got the call at one in the afternoon,
our son came in crying, she'd hung her self, her daughter
found her,
I don't know what it is I knew at sixteen about cocaine?
I just knew I haven't met a drug I didn't like, and instinctively
knew I had to stay away from this one, I drink alcohol,
enjoy fine smoke and I know better than to abuse them,
takes the fun out of it, gotta respect what makes you
feel good man, other wise it'll rip the soul right outta you,
and whatta you gonna do
without soul.
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Best Decsion I Ever Made
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