Your Mouth Was Made To Suck My

My Sobriety Isn't Up For Discussion, But As For Vices, I Seem To Hack Away At Them With My Invisible Machete From Dawn Till Dusk. The Vice Of 'more' Is An Ongoing Theme.

This Life Is More Than Just A Read Through.

Time And Distance Have A Way Of Playing Tricks With Your Best Intentions.

...for The First Time In My Life, A Voice Went Off In My Head:'you Have No Power Over What Happens In Your Life. Drugs Dictate Exactly What You're Going To Do. You've Taken Your Hands Off The Steering Wheel, And You're Going Wherever The Drug World Takes You.' That Had Never Changed. The Feeling Would Well Up Inside Of Me, And No Matter How Much I Loved My Girl Or My Band Or My Friends Or My Family, When That Siren Song 'go Get High Now' Started Playing In My Head, I Was Off.

I Had Seen These Transformations, People Who Had Lost Their Will To Live, Coming Back From Their Zombie States And Radiating A New Life Force From Their Eyes.