Fellow I knew years ago pretty much gave up family for alcohol, becoming essentially a street drunk. He stayed in California for 10 years, and proudly told of when Nick Nolte pulled out his last $5 bill and gave it to him. He returned here in the spring of 1993 and was promptly arrested on an old warrant (no doubt apocryphal) charging him with some totally out-of-character armed robbery. I bailed him out of the Suffolk County Jail. Two days later he was found dead in some bushes in Brookline with an empty vodka bottle. Claiming his body, I learned his eyes had been removed by some eye bank. Looking back, I think I became a sympathetic alcoholic for a month or two, and then I made up this fucking song.
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Fellow I knew years ago pretty much gave up family for alcohol, becoming essentially a street drunk. He stayed in California for 10 years, and proudly told of when Nick Nolte pulled out his last $5 bill and gave it to him. He returned here in the spring of 1993 and was promptly arrested on an old warrant (no doubt apocryphal) charging him with some totally out-of-character armed robbery. I bailed him out of the Suffolk County Jail. Two days later he was found dead in some bushes in Brookline with an empty vodka bottle. Claiming his body, I learned his eyes had been removed by some eye bank. Looking back, I think I became a sympathetic alcoholic for a month or two, and then I made up this fucking song.
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'my life's a desert, and I'm dying here of thirst-no matter heaven or hell...I just wanna' get there first...wake up in the morning and wander'
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