Never cared much for living

as long as life kept on giving

Never thought much of dying

Don't believe much in trying

Never much a handy-man

do as little as I can

Never worries in my head

go to sleep, where I find my bed

Never broke, if it wern't for money

life's a joke, but it sure ain't funny

No decisions, got no ambitions

Here today, gone tomorrow

I feel the pain, I felt the sorrow

here today, gone tomorrow

all I own, is what I'll borrow

Do what I do, yeh; do what I do

What still is a bit of mystery to me, is why my mother was so hell-bent on keeping me safe from the evil clutches of DRUG ADDICTION during my teen-age-years!? She even went as far to make me watch  "Reefer Madness" at least a hundred times (I still twitch and laugh for no reason to this day)!

You would think that someone (Mom) should have thought about addicting my ass, all the while she was swabbing my gums with a hefty dose of  Paregoric. Hell! Even before I had any teeth coming in, I'm pretty sure she was shoving that shit down my throat! Although, in her defense, I think it had something to do back then with a "quiet baby" is a "good baby". 

Anyway, if it ever gets spread around that I was a "Paregoric Junkie", I'll just pull a Barry Bonds and say, "I never knowingly took it".  

KINK CLOTHING

I thought I'd try Blogstream out, because I've heard there's some really good people/bloggers on this site... besides, there were too many 12-year-old detectives trying to hit on me at MySpace. Imagine that!