Found scribbled...
I am often left drunk
from the wine of fine women
Lured, by the polish of golden hair
Siezed, so my self is in danger
Drowning and searching for air.
2003
...and knocks on the box from the kid with two different socks from both sides of the tracks who fell through the cracks but developed a taste for sushi and oysters and herbs and dreams and Manhattans with Beam and picked up a full head of steam.
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