I went to three whole
PARTIES last night –
hoping to write crazy
downthoughts
and experiences on
quartered yellow paper –
but when I finally got
home – DRUNK NIRVANA –
I saw sharp claw
marks on the fake
wood paneling
in my living room –
and they looked so great –
real prehistoric and such –
and I realized that
all I really care about
is WHERE WERE YOU
WHEN YOU HEARD
AXL ROSE
FOR THE FIRST TIME?
I WAS ON THE FLOOR.