…Or was I?
I’m watching a show on HBO, Vinyl, maybe you’ve heard of it… hopefully you.ve seen it..
It’s awesome; full of debochory, violence, sex, drugs, music, liers, cheaters, artists.. totally captures the 70’s in all it’s disgusting ways.
Yet I want to be there.
Actually, it’s not to different from the world now.
I could be living that lifestyle..
I tried to make up for it.. I got a good job.. I wore a suit to work.. I was engaged..
…but I was a fraud.
I hated it all.
Now – where am I? I liked coke, so now I take prescribed amphetamines.
I liked opiates, so I got them from a doctor. (I can’t take them anymore – so I take sedatives from a doctor.) I’m still living that lifestyle – but without the fun because I’m constantly in pain and somehow it’s ok.. to help me forget – or numb out – the chronic pain… because it all comes in nice little pills…
…from a pretty blue pad of paper…
…from a dealer with an “MD” after their name.
So was I born in the wrong era or just in the wrong life? Or maybe – just maybe – I was born in the perfect time with a perfect life and I just screwed it all up…
Yeah.. that sounds about right.. that’s pretty much what this show is about… screwing it all up.