Private Entry #1
Aug. 9th, 2018 08:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
singingdrummer Sometimes I don't know why the fuck I let myself get pulled into this. I get up on stage, I play the drums and have the time of my life. What comes after? That's the dark, unspoken side of it all.
You got the booze, the chicks, the drugs. Eager groupies climbing on my lap when I'm sitting on the couch, trying to unwind. A 'friend of the band' offering any and every pill in existence. You take one for the hell of it and it becomes two.. Then three. Then you find yourself fucked up after a few gigs, and waking up in a hotel bed surrounded by naked female bodies. The whole room reeks of sex as you get up to shower and wash all that off of your body.
Then it's off to the next town, the next gig. Rinse and repeat.
Even if it kills you, right?
You got the booze, the chicks, the drugs. Eager groupies climbing on my lap when I'm sitting on the couch, trying to unwind. A 'friend of the band' offering any and every pill in existence. You take one for the hell of it and it becomes two.. Then three. Then you find yourself fucked up after a few gigs, and waking up in a hotel bed surrounded by naked female bodies. The whole room reeks of sex as you get up to shower and wash all that off of your body.
Then it's off to the next town, the next gig. Rinse and repeat.
Even if it kills you, right?
