You were the only
true legend.

Aside from Darby.

As tough and tumble
as the dogchain
around your neck
that Nancy used
to drag your skinny ass
all over town with.

I saw you in Texas.

What the fuck I was
doing there,
I don't know.
But those hicks
were kicking your ass.

Later in L.A.
you were crying
for dope.

You were so vicious.

I saw you standing
in the middle of
the street,

nodding out.

You had nothing to do
that day.

Both you and your
dick-ugly assed
girlfriend
smoked all my cigarettes
and broke my
syringe.

Didn't even bother to
bleach it.

Burned cigarette holes
in my new couch...

...left without saying goodbye.