my daughter was away at a GS weekend sleepover camp last year, and me and the gf got to talking 'bout my partying days ... she didn't know me backinaday, she grew up in Lehigh Valley - anyways, she asked me why i love(d) coke soooo damn much (she is still sXe), and i launched into some facacta drunken ode to the euphoric glory of being wired ... this was over dinner, after we had seen the Bowie exhibit at the Brooklyn Museum - a still from
this genius ditty was on display, and i told her that nothing captured all the herky-jerky lip smacking, jaw grinding, mouth gnawing, paranoid splendor better ... it's the absolute tops of paeans to blow - remarkable, still gives me the shivers (clean for 26 years).