do you know what it's like to fly?
to leave all you're worries and cares on the ground , and just float around in the sky?
i didn't until i met them , i seems like such a life time ago now.
sat in my nice little surburban house , with my wife and two kids.
far away from that dirty new york arpartment , full of heroin addict's and prostitutes
the home of the patron saint of chaos , the king of the unwanted children , the lord of mayhem
and his bubblegum haired princess who's name to this day eludes me
saint jimmy and whatshername
my life was going fine i suppose , i was 17 , and all i wanted to do was change the world .
i was in love with the punk scene , wanted to be the new sid vicious , thought i was the toughest guy in town
the music made me feel alive , i was in my element .
but that was rhode island , my home town , with the same 5 friends i had had since kindergarden , the same streets
same girls . it had begun to bore me , i mean , what the fuck was i suppose to do ?
get a job at the seven-eleven and piss away the rest of my exsistance without living?
fuck that man , i suppose thats the one good thing they taught me
the taught me that anything that happens , good or bad , is an experience
and how can you live without experiemce ?
so , i packed my bags and made the 3 hours car journey to new york
first night i cried , slept in my car and considered going home
but the words of my father still rang in my ears
"running off on some punk daydream isnt going to get you anywhere johnny , you'll be back home within a week"
fuck him man , i could make it out here
i remember walking down an alley way , when i got hit in the head with a brick in a sock
but the near fatal head injury and robbery that took place that night brought them into my life
my first memory of them was thins :
i left something nudge my face on the dirty back alley floor , and opened my eyes to find a girl in whote brothel
creepers and a baby blue prom dress standing over me .
she had candyfloss pink hair and multiple tattoo's