Its my Birthday and I'll die if I want to
22 year old junkie stung out on bennies, ya dig he likes his drinks simple straight shots and beer no fancy umbrella drinks for this cat, half a gallon of mescal later he's telling the one about the con who escaped only to drown in a bowl of cereal 2 days later and he thinks "damn man thats fucked", so we's on a few reds a couple of hits of mescaline he takes a long drang of the most absurdly big spliff I've ever seen and he starts tellin me how his pops kicked it when he was seven and his mother never loved him and he's thinkin he should jump I tell'im go on man it aint no point shit ya got like what 5 more years ta go anyway take the plunge man enjoy the ride, so we're in a tatoo parlor hes havin "100% grade A beef" put on his ass still toking away on that spliff, next thing ya know were in burps garage and the mescaline starts kickin his face is like a lightbulb and he starts huffing paint thinner, brake fluid, and airplane glue, then he takes a hit of that gas man I tell ya this one gone cat he starts ranting and jabbering "Ya see Man created God in his own image thats all there is to it and Christ well he was the greatest con man to ever live play them smucks like a fiddle damn man it ain't no more pioneers I just snort what I like from whats already there." Two hour later were in some up scale downtown resteraunt and he's yellin at the waitress "hey thundertits where the hells my brandy and i'm gonna need one o dem steak knives so bring one out will ya" and I'm thinkin shit this maniac is gonna get us alll thrown in da slammer, next thing ya know he's slittin his wrist and dripping blood all over his T-bone "Ya see it brings out the flava" thats when he just flips and starts hackin up a lung waving around a colt .357 and ranting about how he's gonna croak that chink it the corner all I can see is flashing red and blue and the next thing ya know the back of his head is in frankies soup and I think "Damn man thats fucked"