Sliding Towards The Abyss

This Might Lose Some Readers...

Booze, wimmens, yammerin' at the tops of our lungs...

Might be time to chill out.

Growin'

Rollin'

Tokin'

Munchin'

Groovin'

Cryin'
Busted, down on Bourbon Street... Set up like a bowling pin... knocked down, it gets to wearin' thin! They just won't let me beeeee-hee-hee!