You are doing all kinds of dope about now

You are trying to expand your mind and your musical skills. Your days are amped or slothed. Or both. Some days you are seeing full wrap around visuals while stumbling down blind alleys. Other days you are stealing band members instruments to buy more smack or crack. Or both. Before your band ever makes it anywhere you are found dead in a alley one morning. You O D'd so hard you vomited shit and you shat vomit. Your eyes are bugged out of your head and dryed up. Sorry shape to be found in. The band fell apart with your death and broke up.

The End