It was unsustainable, this regiment of speed, and alcohol, and benzos — that much was clear. Freaking benzos, without them…
rolling up sleevesand passing out gin;it’s the motherfuckingweekend — Jesse…
The room is as we left it,a shrine of jubilation,solemn in the grey morning glow.
Split between laughter and rage — zero ground and patience, but now helped to foot again…