3 different photographers images from the same cemetary, the first 3 pics are mine..next 3 are velvetpaws and yorriks the next 3

velvets and yorriks are from our road trip mine are from when i found this place a month or so before..

our pics will take ya to each of our sites..html if frigging with me today

is not as good as i wanted it to be

i hope you guys enjoy this.. anyway..not a featured pic to be seen

however so many unfeatured pics

xxx Tucker

she finished her cone and blew her own rings that crashed and destroyed mine..until together they danced like erotic ghost..in the blue glow of the picture tube. i looked at her long black curls spiraling down her back  sticking to the sweat..and how much she reminded me of her sister..yet how much more we had in common..we both liked bikes..dykes on bikes. same music tastes and a freewheeling attitude no complicated relationships..no owner ship..or need to belong to someone else..yet we still loved each other like brother and sister..and she always will be sorta like my little sister.

i reached over to the mini bar grabed a couple of coopers and handed one to her...she knocked it back "i gotta go i gotta fly to Fiji tomorro"..i watched as she pulled on her boots,skirt and tshirt..then her jacket she then reached into a pocket and flipped a envolope over at me..i looked at it "whats this you paying me now?" she played her mouth into a cheeky smirk"ya not that good" we both crack up and i pumbled her back onto the bed and pinned her hands and body down on it.."well what is it then my lil pretty?" "is it super dooper air hostest coke?" "its from mum and kim..its kims 21st next weekend and there is a plane ticket, some cash, some supplies..and a note" i roll over on the bed and hang my legs of it and stare out onto the street..she then got me in a headlock..nibbles on my ear..bites the says "you better go motherfucker or else"..i hear her pick up her helmet and the click clack of her boots down the stairs..the front door open then shut..i watch as she opens the front gate..put her helmet on hop on her vespa..start it..lift her top flash her boobs..laugh  more like cackles  like a witch and zooms off on her lil vibrating broom stick.

drain my beer open hers take a swig from it..pack a cone..pull it.. open the envolope..inside is a plane ticket..some super dooper airline coke, two micro dots..one hundred bucks and two notes..i read the first one its in kims hand.."hey there you..well i cant recal the last time we spoke oh yeah you asshole it was at the airport...well i made it to 21..who woulda thought hey? and that 4 years woulda passed so fast... sorry to hear that your screwing my lil sister..i always thought you two where more suited..but was happy to hear ya got ya shit together..however i dont believe it..seeing is believing..so ya better get ya skinny arse up to my party..the micro dots are for the flight as i know ya cant fly straight ya wimp...i will hand you over to mum now" "hey there sweetie..hows my lil punk going..i hope you dont screw up another one of my daughters life..only mucking love..well please come..we have a a massive few days planned...i miss you...i need you to fix my record player..elvis has left the building...always your mommy...xxx" PS "little jack wants you to come so bad he wants to show you his new guitars and the nirvana songs he can play..he says he has enough guitars and amps so you can jamm and you dont have to bring yours"

 i sit on the balcony and read the next note..its from tash.."well i guess you no i lied by now..i was suprised you of all the best liers couldnt read my poker face...cant fool a fool n all..well ok now you no that they no..jacks hanging to see ya...if i get back from hawaii on thursday next week..we can fly up together..yes i said the word..together but it wasnt the four letter word...oh well im off to fly the skies..hope you can get the balls up to face them again..enjoy the airline food i left for ya..save half a dot for me..i will send ya some postcards..seeya when ya back in my knickers next week...Tash"

i sit..i stare..at the street..im lost in thought..i hear a voice no comming down the street screaching its shrill..that would give the dead goose flesh"you fucker" "you fucked that lil slut" "and ya think im gonna ever suck you little cock again"  yes its my flatmate returning from a night out on the piss..her so called boyfreind in tail..she gets to the gate kicks it open..spits looks up at me..wipes a mascara tear from her eye..shakes her head opens the door and slams it behind herself...he dont look up but stumbles for his key

At home im a tourist...i pull some boxer shorts on as its getting pretty heated down stairs and i may have to got down and crack a head or two or call 000 ..i drop the needle onto the record the meat puppets sing the man who sold the world..the best bowie cover..ever..pack a cone open another beer and sprinke some airline food ontop of the mt kosiosko i just packed..pull it..dont think il be sleeping tonight...thats all i need is relationship shite in my face after tonights reading

i love being within ..im at home when im without...i love your smell..sept im in hell when we shout and smash we sound like just like my mum and dad...its a war no one can win...this train of lyrical thought is broken from the anger down bellow....i could tune out but i cant help but tune in now.."darling i had to tell ya i couldnt live a lie and raise our child together with this guilt and vibe hanging over our heads..." "fuck you cheating cunt" "why did ya have to doit with her of all people..that fucking slapper fuck you no way get fucked fuck of" samsh crash...i change records to here iggy sing yeah um im lonely but i dont give a damm. my girlfriend hates my heroin...i change records the anti nowhere league sing i hate people..the record finishes i hear silence sept for the crackle and pop from the stereo..i then hear "you stupid cunt the baby is not even yours" "what do ya fucking mean the babys not mine" "what ya stupid prick you think ya first person on earth not to be faithfull" oh shit its gonna hit the fan now  as i look at my base ball bat..but reach for my felix bag of tricks instead...i no who his first suspision will be..yours truely and i will be ready for his rage..i never liked the fuckwit and i wouldnt touch my flatmate with your dick...i can hear a sob a never ending sob "so whos is it  then? Tucks" fuck i knew it..."im gonna kill the cunt he says"  i look at my bat again "as if ya dickhead what planet you from tucks my friend ya couldnt see the forrest from the trees its ya best freinds..simmos" the sobs get louder then i dont hear nothing..he has either strangled her or she has smaked him over the head with her bottle...i hear the back door slam and a fuck you...then footsteps come up my stairs...a knock on my door then it opened..i saw him..blood red eyes..snot running from his nose..he sat on the beanbag..looked at the spoon at the needle..my hand....."you heard all that" i nodded "sorry to blame you" i stared back.."its just so fucked..why is it allways so fucked?" i say" i dont have the answers " he says "yes ya do" he looks at the silver spoon the reflection of the street light in it....i look at it..in the mystey haze of smoke.."thats not the answer" i say..he chucks his wallet at me........................."please"

i draw a few ml into a fit..put the lid on and chuck it back at him with his wallet..."its not enough in that to kill ya if that what ya want..it will kill ya pain..for a few hours though...i says "arnt ya gonna doit for me" i shake my head a point at the door ...he says "thanks" picks it up with his wallet..wipes his eyes and snotty nose on his jacket..shuts the door..i hear the front gate shut... "dont thank me" i mumble..i go down stairs to the toilet take a slash..look in on my pregnet flat mate a snoring ..think about the poor baby inside..swimming in all that alcohol and hatred....

i climb my stairs up to stooge manor  ....ad some airline food to the spoon..look out the balcony and see the moon set as the sun starts to rise..i add some more china white too the spoon ...oh my friend i hope ya done with yesterday...i drain the spoon plug in and say goodbye to my sorrow and hellow to tommorow.....

i plug in tune out as i tumbled like a toy                                                      

if ya felt the need be..and i felt the need

so my lil sister rings me up one day and says"hey al we are down the farm and one of the neighbours has bull mastiff X ridgeback pups for sale..and did i want one?"

i was sure this was one of my mums ploys to bring me back to the real world and since she let the cops kill my last mutt..she had a guilt thing going on inside her..and i had not had a k9 companion since and that was not like me...and i couldnt help but say yes..cos i new it was one thing that might save me from myself. and fill an empty void.

i rang up Yorrik..and asked if he could drive me back down to our home town to pic up this mutt in a few days when my folks got home from down the coast, being the good mate he is said yes and in a few days we were flying down the highway singing samhain songs.when we got home to my oldies house it was a bit weird as they hadnt seen me for a while. birthdays had come and gone with no see  they had seen me look worse so it was no biggy, good to catch up with my sister and see how she'd grown ...

The dog..well he was fawn in colour with black mascar eyes..lanky as all fuck with massive paws           spent a bit of time getting to no each other then goodbye family,balgownie  and back on the road..back to ferral town. i sat in the back seat with the dog as me and yorrik thought of names...our dogs names are normaly of rock gods. but most of the good ones had been used like ozzy, iggy pup and he just didnt look like a rock god dog, we larfed at odin...then he was named..he was a Warrick dog..now warricks was a nick name for cops, or a dork..but warrigal is the australian desset dog (the dingo's aboriginal name) and he had the same colour..so Warricksan was named. with warm dog spew on my in my lap and balls we had made it back home.

i lived with 2 girls and he liked them as he has never been fond of males..once i was in a tattoo shop in "kiwi kims" i usta go in with warrick and dream about the ink jobs she could give me..one day this real butch lady walked in behinde me. i didnt notice her but warrick did he went off i turned around to shut him up and say sorry..when i saw this 6'8 150 kg bull dyke about to enter my personal space (our personal space) i said sorry her normaly likes girls..and knew in that instant id put my foot in it!

i dragged my growling warrick out of there..lucky to be a alive 6 foot 60kg skelloton and headed back home, we stopped of at dog shit park(this was named this cos all dogs ran free and not many ppl picked up after their dogs) i let him of the lead he ran like the lightning, he sniffed arse, he played, he ran back to me. on the way home i said to my new best friend "hey you are like me" a dogboy "yeah people give me the shits allso"

about a month latter we where home alone sitting in my room on the phone to a friend when warrick started going off..barking i just thought the girls had brought someone home he didnt no and they would shut him up..i heard crash i heard bang and smash...the thing that brought me out off my dream state was "arrrrghhh" i put the phone down ran up our long hallway to see the candlarbra on a dooner on fire, a guys fat arse hanging out a window and warrick hanging off it. now tell me what is a sleepwalker supose to do...? too late put the fire out first..instincts kicked in..so here i am smuthering a doona with another doona..a pyro manicas wett dream..fire hot wax...and some big fat arse screaming help.

that ares went out the window, so did warrick i went out the door to find one of my guitars, my stereo and records and some of the girls things all outside of the window. i looked and thought in slow motion..what should i do..put my stuff back inside or help my dog fuck shit up..                                  i ran down the road chassing after this big red arse,trying to call warrick of him( he looked back smiled a blood red muzzle of a smile. then kept chase..now this guy was very overweight...about 5'6 in height yet he scaled a 6 1/2 foot fence..its amazing what fear can do hey...   i went around the alley way to the front door of home of the back yard he ented..i knock i rattle ..this lil old italian lady opens the front door.."yes boy what do you want" i say "look this guy just broke into my house and my dog got him..now he is in your back yard..let me in to get him" the door slammed shut.......................i then saw the picture this lady was seeing..a stereo typical guy who would be the one who would break into your house..with a riabid dog both coved in blood...as i said the door was shut

i gave warrick lotsa praise and hugs we ran through the streets looking for the scent...fuck man i think my mums black spanish scottish voodoo was working..i felt alive..we ran..in the night under the neon lights ..past the parked cars..back home to my guitar.

i put everything back inside..shut the window..larfed at the blood, the wax, the stinking fucking doona's ...warrik and I had our own bathroom out the back..its one of those old shower baths..we jumped in and im washing the blood of both of us..i look down @ my hands all coved in blood..i started to feel sick..its not the sight off blood..hey ya cant be a sleep walker and get sick at the sight of blood..it was the fact my hands was coved in blood and i had cuts all over my knuckes from the night before (thats another story) Warrik snapped me out of this thought..he went "ow wow wah wah wowwik" with a big yawn..then i saw what was stuck in his teeth...a chunk of arse with a 2 inch pubic hair...i grabbed the hair..pulled it dangeled and acted like a yoyyo..i dropped it onto the plug hole of blood and suds..sqashed it down with my big toe....we showed for a while longer sat out the back for a while..this was the beginning of a much loved and needed friendship..

the fat arse ended up in camperdown childrens hospital.. received stitches..a few injections that didnt get him high (so my old footbal mate the copper told me..he then said" you are luck this guy doesnt charge you" "and have ya dog put down" then he says i spose he was lucky ya both didnt get a hold on him" "i said lukky that hey...now whats his address"

Warrick was only 7 monthes old @ this time

Im happy to say..both warrick and i still share this friendship..........................................................          Nova my lil girl does now as well

And ya cant fuck with fate and your mothers voodoo

Felt like a stranger in your own home?

Gone out to a pub on your own?

Had a good thing going...then pissed it all up the wall?

Felt the pain of unrequited love?

Been that source of pain?

Woke up and wanted to re-do yesterday again..and ya no today wont be as good?

Woke up in a strangers bed?

Had a stranger not wake in your bed..?

Not had enough money to eat..and not because you wasted it all on drugs?

Stayed awake for 3 days or more?

Kissed a corpse?

Died and been revived? to find you dont no who you are or where or was?

Hit rock bottom?

Pissed in a pool?

No ya have a problem but no the problem is the other people who are having a problem with your problem is the problem?

Hung upside down from a highrise building verhanda or balcony?

Felt like the biggest arsehole?

Seen a child be born in real life?

Cut the cord?

Cut the modem cord?

Watched a body die?

Dug a hole to lay a pet to rest?

Flushed a fish down the toilet?

Felt glad to not be like ya parents..only to grow older and find that there is a understained simalarity - characteristics?

Smoked 2 packets of ciggarettes in a day?

Watched a band a concert a movie and wished it wouldnt end?

During sex felt like the worlds best lover?

The worlds best lover when ya by ya self?

Felt the difference between sex with somebody you love and someone you dont?

 Had the giggles after sex?

Fained an orgasm?

Slammed a door?

Phoned in sick...when ya not? so ya could stay in bed and share sex all day?

Slept under the stars?

Had no where to sleep?

Been homeless ..Yet felt free?

Had a lizzard drink the dropplets of water off ya little toe after ya just had a shower...sitting naked in ya back yard?

Told ya mum or dad or both to fuck off?

Wished you where somebody else?

Pretended to be somthing your not?

Swam naked?

Smashed you phone and answer machine and ripped down ya mail box ? naked?

Lost the plot?

Found it again?

Said you are going to leave?

But didnt?

And did?

Wanted to but couldnt?

Left somebody for their sake?

Gone shopping in Ya pirjamma's?

Ate a meal and sneaked out without paying?

Met somebody who had a tounge as rough as a cats?

Had a needle stuck trough your tounge?

Stuck a needle in your arm?

Stuck a needle in someone elses arm?

Played air guitar and wished ya could play?

Woke up with a hard on that wouldnt go away..?

Woke up and cant remember yesterday?

Whished you didnt start reading this journal of tucks?

Whished upon a star..but knew it wouldnt come true?

Woke up with a song in your head and jumped into your car and that song comes on the radio? (this happens alot to me!

Caught a fly and fed it to the ants and felt like GOD?

Sat and did nothing but read a book for days on end?

Pissed on yourself in the shower?

Started something and wished ya never?

Had to do a urine sample with a hard on?

Grown your own..fruit n veg, dope and thought there has to be a better way of living?

Wasted a nice day sitting on a fucking computer..when ya didnt have to?

Posted a final fairwell to buznet-n friends and didnt stick with the fucking program?

Got pissed off when ya post a new pic and a friend dont comment on it ...yet ya see them commenting all around town? (fuck im going el loco with this)

Gone to funeral of sombody ya didnt no..shake hands and hug people you dont no....yes he was a good man!

See your child die before your own very eyes?

Shaved you head ?

Said who gives a fuck

Said there lords name in vane..and wonded why...cos you dont believe in such tripe?

Kissed the sky?

Watched the sun rise through bloodshot eyes?

On A beach?

Made love on a beach?

Not enjoyed a good shit?

Ate noodles with barbies legs as chop sticks?

Wanted to stop eating animals?

Fallen in love with someone ya shoulnt fallen in love with...?

Put out a smoke and said that will be your last?

Smoked the butted out butts from an ashtray?

Shaved ya private parts?

Jumped a bike or car?

Swam with sharks?

Taken another beings life?

Ate mushrooms fresh from earth ( or cow shit paddy)

Stole fruit from a orchad or garden..and agreed that the stolen fruit taste better..and fuck god the snake was right?

Drank water from a water fall?

Whished you would never see someone again?

I hope i never..i wish i never have feel this way again?

A..a head banger!

boom boom...

A couple are lying in bed at night

he rolls over and taps on her shoulder

she reply's no not tonight

i have an appointment with the gynacologist 2moro

he rolls back over

he then rolls back and taps and says

do you have one with the dentist...

boom boom

shit i sat there looking out the window and then looked at my mobile phone no signal, as per usual for we were stuck inbetween stanwell park and otford.So i pulled out the new mobile phone i had just bought, stuck in my sim card and low n behold i had signal. The sales person wasnt just talking through his arse as most of them do so i dialed home.

the phone rang and rang finaly a lil voice answerd and said "hellow" i said "high sweethart its me daddy how are you, wotchu doing" "nothing much daddy just watching a movie" oh thats nice i thought she loves movies"where is mummy can you get her for me" "daddy she is upstairs with uncle mick" uncle mick we dont have an uncle mick"sweethart who is uncle mick" "daddy uncle mick is nice he brings me dvd's to watch & sweets when he is helping mummy with her home work"

i sat there in silence rage, fear so many emotions where going through my head and flowing through my body. the liltle voice said "daddy you still there" i wisped into the phone as other passengers had their ears pricked and i could feel my face getting flushed. after i whisped my insructions i heard my lil one put the phone down and walk up the stairs. i can tell yous all this was the longest 10 mins of my life, the dead silence on the other end of the phone  the thought inside my head of what i was going to do to that bitch when i got home. kick her pretty ass out, go see my solicitor and as for so called that uncle "mick" i will find him i will beat him to a pulp i will fucking peg him to a bull ants nest and cover him with honey. i picked up my things and went into the toilet as  i felt the urge to spew..the lil voice on the end of the phone said "daddy"  "yes sweet possum your daddy is still hear"  "daddy i did what you said i went up to you room and i could hear mummy saying yes yes as i knocked on the door so i went in and uncle Mick was on top of mummy"  " and i said mummy daddy is home like you said and she grabed her robe and she pushed past me, she nearly knocked me over and went into the bathroom"

"daddy there was a loud bang and i went in and mummy was lying on the floor and she wasnt moving. blood was comming from her ears and i think she is dead,she slipped over on my bath water i left on the floor... so should i call an ambulance?"  "i quickly said where is uncle Mick" "daddy he ran out the back door with all his clothes in his arms" "but i think Karma & Ice has got him"  " darling slow down who is Karma and Ice"  "daddy they are our dogs dont you remember the old police man who sold us them said Karma was the best in show, but Ice was the pick of the litter. and we wouldnt need to get a new alarm systerm with these dogs"

"sweet princes we dont have any dogs" is all i could manage to say" but daddy i cant hear him screaming anymore i think he is dead to, do you want me to go see?" "no darling just call the ambulane and your daddy will be home soon" "ok daddy i love you"  "i love you to princess" is all could mutter as i hung up. i looked at the number i got one digit wrong..it was the wrong fucking number....i dialed the wrong fucking number

the voice came over the intercom"please depart the train and board the other, thank you for your patience"

The Wrong Number

by FriarTuck

i am the voices inside your head

i am the child  who always wanted to play

i am the wind that makes you swing as i sway  

and i got oh so swept away  so we both got swept away

i got to the point where there is no point 

in picking up the pieces of fragmented yesterdays

so she tells me so 

 viewed as another voyeurs voyage in the after glow

i am the sunrise that always promises to bring  change   

i am the love you will take to your grave

i am the one who's oh so strange

i am the one this she knows  yes i am the one  yes she knows

i am the flower where only  weeds  grow

i am the one who will forever share the seed we've sowed

i am the leaf that the warm summer breeze blows 

and the wet morning dew in  between your toes

all these things yes she knows  she says yes this she knows

so hard to find the pieces that are swept away

i am the one who blew them away

i am the lightning between your legs

i am the thunder that rumbles beneath your breast

i am all these things  or more or less

i am the one who leaves you short of breath

i am the parasite  that craves as he crawls upon your flesh

i am the one who's truly blessed

 so i am the one who truly knows

for you are the one i only show

Lyrics by Allan Social (friartuck)

its a real cool idea...and i will send a Frying Tuck postcard back to anyone who sends me one and i will also scan and stick em here

Send it too

Friartuck

po box 1411 wollongong 2500 new south wales (N.S.W) Australia

Cheers Tuck

pink elephans do fly you better belive me cos it aint no lie

so i made my way back down darlo road and pass some of the bum boys who would swallow ya load, i catch eye with jay who takes pace with me and starts walking my way"howz thangs been you mother fuck have ya heard im up on my luck" jay has got a  new rich sugar dad who has got the pure connections and showers the lad. "just the same ol same is all that i say" and flicks me a balloon and says "fix me up on pay day" i chuck him a wink and stare into his eyes so sunken theyve sinked. so deep yet so dirty like the dishes not cleaned for a week.

i make my way through the filth and the freaks and start to panic...the cops have blocked of the street. exit stage left back in the allyways and broken glass and empty my mouth and pocket my stuff safe at last. i m through another back door, back on the street now ive passed the law. i run into wild child now she's turned whore"hey tuck have you seen K she told me to tell you she's @ the pink pussy cat tonight' i say wotcha doing on the street? "fuck i had my period for 2 weeks and they recon ive got scabbies" she is dressed in pink hot pants, pink cow boy boots, pink bra & cowboyhat shivering from junk sicness even tho its as humid as all fuck, i flick her twenty bucks & avoid the hug, thatle get ya half way home sister.  the funny thing about this place it has some weird karma thing going on...first you giveth and then you will recieve.. as you may well have seen from this joy ride with tuck

so im at the front door of the pink pussy cat   festers on the door (yes he does look like fester adams thats how he got his nick) "hey K's looking for you" the only time she puts my name out on the street is when she is in shit or is in shit. i give him a soft punch in the gut and say so ive erd                             i then walk up the stairs with fairy lights and get a beer as the whores eyes light up then recognise me and slink away. sit in a chair as K is half way through her show, prancing around in a white wedding gown and veil slidding up and down the pole. a guy a few seats away from me is slapping and stretching his dick...he cant get hard and is so frustrated i think he will rip the top of it off. i make a mental note i will do myself in if i ever get to that stage......she finishes i make my way past the floppy wanker on the sticky carpet   more worse than the dirtyiest pub in the world, the smell of spont and sweat i reach out and push through the no entrance door.

there is K with a pout that could block out the sun or put any cats ass to shame, i flick her my best smirk that she ignores and goes back to chopping up he coke as i kiss her cheek and cop a nudge to my ribs . hey babe the word is you wanna ted see me"oh fuck off " she says....ok K wotsa up ya arse i say.."wotchu aint heard...brenda got busted in cabramatta with 3 grams of china, she has left me without 3 nights of shows in the city and you couldnt give a fuck" Brenda is K's show partner they do dummy sex shows at the hellfire club instead of shit strip show in the cross..so she is missing out on big money & having to work the slops so they call in the stripper world.  she does a line and gives me the straw i do one up each nostril and tell her il come over in the morning     her big green eys lit up as she said "you better ya fuckin asshole"  big red lip stick marks on my lips i give her the smack balloon as a promise and for safe keeping...rub festers head for good luck on the way out                                   and make my way to springfields

springfields is a cock rock club...but hey the music is ok if they had more ideas than solo's  i take a piss and find a booth make a hash joint and become enveloped in the atmosphere of leather & hair & hair  its so loud no point in talking..i thinks thats half its appeal..just an audio  visual assult....i crawl out of this place around 10 am and go to my usual yuppie cafe get my usual table get a crossant with jam and a black coffee...i finish this and make my way to the clinic......out the front Tommy is in a panic he has to do a urine...his piss is dirty" tuck you clean" he says...nah mate abby is she is up the road...but she is up the duff...ya think they will notice your up the duff? fucking sure fire miracle that would be.. he dont say nothing else as i walk into the clinic...i line up and the done nazzi says "Mr Tuck take a seat the doctor wants to see you"   are shit ok i says                             doc Banfield is ok for a horses hoof i sit down and he ask how ive been...good doc good considering ive missed my last 2 doses                      he lays it dowb straight to me..look your last 2 urines have shown posative to heroin,cocain,pot,banzeys,xtc,lsd    i love it when ya talk dirty to me doc i says..as he was talking street slang and not educated doctor speak anyways......." you no the department will kick you of the program if they new any off this!" i said yes....but they would kick you to hadies and back if they new you picked up young boys and gave them E as well as taken them to the helfire club to get a good spanking (the catch twenty 2  or tooshea) " look its no need to get nasty Al (friendly fuck) i just care about your volume of abuse and you aint no dumb fuck so lets cut the crap" this leaves me a bit lost for words..i gain control and reply...this is true   i aint no dumb fuck   in fact im one smart fuck  i am a self medicator   and if it wasnt for Americas and the Un's  stupid  intervention & prohibition laws i would be free from these chains that bind and live my life as it was back in the day...the 50's where the chemist would no me by name instead of another Addict and alot of my kin would not be dead or in gaol. you no this as well as i do...or you wouldnt have half them books on ya shelf with their authors rolling in there graves.   so just fucking write me up my scripts i aint had a done dose in 4 days just give me my morph so i can jump off this done....i once told him about how i jumped of a double a dose of methodone 145 mils...enough to stop ya heart  and spent 3weeks in a hallucination hell of utter pain any other substance you took made it 3 fold worse..i was stupid to do this..but i hated the system so much...he new it was true it was on file..i wouldnt do it again..but he didnt know that.......................he singned my script unable to take oral does of methodone...2 weeks of amps on morph (that was my cure that got me of hitlers filthy drug)

this is a far as i can get 2nite with this long tale...that only took 4 days to live   i do not advocate this way of life in any way or form...i have censord it as best i can to protect the ones i love and who no me in the real world without leaving out the feeling and the true grit...i have so many tales to tell and my end product should be a good read  as fragmented as it is...you only have two look at how this same tale in its 2 different parts read...with rhyme and description to see the 2 me's   we will all have to wait for the next to parts...maybe i should of started from the end like star wars