Cle Diary
IHOP international Airport. Overcast/grey day, typical.
The rental for once not white. Gnarly RED with gnarly CD
player. I pop in a new disc as yet unheard, at least unheard
by me in 25 years. I enter Lakewood when "All the Young
Dudes" starts and much to my chagrin, I actually start
to cry.
Why the fuck did I quit drinking?
Why the fuck did I stop shooting heroin?
What the fuck happened to my youth?
