First, you’re drunk. Then you remember that today is just a ghost that’s haunting you. It happened, and yesterday’s ghost won’t let you forget.
Baby I hope we become famous. You, and your blue-collar bullshit alcoholism – me, and my pretentious attempt at captivating it all through art.
I have been called everything from a slut to a liar – a victim to a survivor. But it’s the word, “victim” that has caused me the most pain.