After the concert you ignore everybody else and you go the restroom and shoot up. You pass out with the needle still in your arm. A loud knock on the stall door brings you to semi-awareness. Its the rest of the band and they are screaming at you in a rage. They say this is the last fucking straw. You are out of the band. They say you can call them after six months of monitered re-hab. Otherwise you are out permanantly. They depart in the bus. You hang out in the stall for another hour and half. You catch a plane home after shooting up the rest of your shit and throwing out the needle and tie and such. You score a ounce of H. You stay strung out for weeks. You smoke hashish and drop L S D a lot. You fuck the hell out of groopies. At a party you meet D J Alein Scrimm. You hit it off and over a thick joint you discuss forming a new band.
Two weeks after that you have been getting your habit under control while still useing. D J Scrimm comes by with his electric bass. You sing a soulfull moaning slow core blues song you make up on the spot. Mystery X happens to drop by unexpectedly and he plays the turntables and the synth and the three of you have a jam session that sounds so good you release it as an album as it is. You form a new band called Darker Smoke. The album with its five extended jam songs is a underground hit.
FORTY MORE YEARS LIKE THIS ON GO AND YOU FINALLY DIE WITH A TIT IN YOUR MOUTH AND A SMILE WIDE ON YOUR BLESSED AND VERY HIGH LIFE YOU WIN WIN WIN
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