A Bit of Gonzo

That's not my elephant! The man dressed like a modern day hammlet or Lady Ga Ga screamed in his best Justin Biber voice once told me one thing. It was a good time to make my escape. Spaghetti night wasnt my trip at Shady Pines mental home. Allthough the vicodin and nyquill casarol was almost as good as grandma's well minus the wild turkey. But enough with the foreplay children. Like a big girl named Ella with a cute personallity at a all you can eat Buffet. I was off like lindsy lohan outta rehab well except without a bad coke habbit. The drugs,The wreckless abandon but enough about my fellow second graders. In a borrowed mustang with a matching platinum card i was Vagas bound. And remember kids if your gonna commit grand theft auto dont get busted for stealing hybrid well unless your trying to be fashion forward or a dirty hippie. As for the credit card if your gonna sit in grandpa's lap why not get paid thank you dimentia like he'll remember anyways that and my granpa's dead hey a girl has her needs. The trip was destined for madness many hangovers and much perversion that do to restrictions we can not bring you here but what was the bill of rights but a big book with a lotta large words not covred in high times magazine. The road so strange and tempting like dirty little hamster in this wheel we call seduction dam Gone With The Wind or that other romantic wet dream of litriture called Twilight. Yes this journey would have been epic. If that acid hadnt kicked in and left me deep in conversation with a hub cab but dont stop beliving. For if not for hope or really good drugs, booze and tight skirts We be just like another third world country Dam you Alaska. And so like that pig named porky Who really needs to watch his feet. This was your bit of Gonzo And that's all folks Stay Crazy