So it's the 4th of July, a day where families and friends take a trip to the beach, fire up the ole' barbecue, and dance around with sparklers.. On this special day, there are a lot of couples out and about, celebrating with each other because there's no person in the world they'd rather be with more. Love. It's a beautiful thing.
My friends are over with their girlfriends, my sister came down with her fiance..it's a love filled atmosphere around me right now, so love filled that I can taste the roses in my mouth. Except where is my girlfriend? Where is the woman that I've devoted my time and energey to? The one who can understand me and all my fucked-up-ness..? She's committed to the county jail, arrested two nights ago with an ounce of heroin—and there's nothing I can do. She called me after her arraignment the other day, babbling in tears and trying to breath. Dope sick and in more pain than most people could imagine, she begged me to get her out. I promised I would..But I can't. It's a 20 grand bail, and the bondsman all want collateral.. they want a house, cars, something worth 20 grand, and I don't have it! Sure, I can pay the 2 grand fee...but I own nothing..nothing in my name, and her and my parents would laugh maddeningly if I asked them to risk their assets on a JUNKIE. So, there my girlfriend sits. On the floor of a county jail, writhing in pain and facing a sentence that will break her completely—and me.
It's over. The curtain's closing and I'm stuck on the wrong side.
Happy 4th of July.
My friends are over with their girlfriends, my sister came down with her fiance..it's a love filled atmosphere around me right now, so love filled that I can taste the roses in my mouth. Except where is my girlfriend? Where is the woman that I've devoted my time and energey to? The one who can understand me and all my fucked-up-ness..? She's committed to the county jail, arrested two nights ago with an ounce of heroin—and there's nothing I can do. She called me after her arraignment the other day, babbling in tears and trying to breath. Dope sick and in more pain than most people could imagine, she begged me to get her out. I promised I would..But I can't. It's a 20 grand bail, and the bondsman all want collateral.. they want a house, cars, something worth 20 grand, and I don't have it! Sure, I can pay the 2 grand fee...but I own nothing..nothing in my name, and her and my parents would laugh maddeningly if I asked them to risk their assets on a JUNKIE. So, there my girlfriend sits. On the floor of a county jail, writhing in pain and facing a sentence that will break her completely—and me.
It's over. The curtain's closing and I'm stuck on the wrong side.
Happy 4th of July.
