I'd be lying if I said it wasn't the fame...Damn it, gets to ya everytime. All the booze, women..Hell, sometimes even the men. Lost in a sea of drugs, and partying till God knows when. T'ch..
I remember it all like it was yesterday, at least I think I remember it. The drugs pretty much took care of all that for me. Anyway, come on an adventure with me!
It started when the band got together. Haha, Johnny, he was such a goof. That's him wearing the ball cap, and pluckin' away at his guitar; he loved that thing. Oh, that? That's Chad! Chad was the coolest guy in school, and seemed to have the best of luck with the ladies. Finally, right there, that sad sap? That's me, the one tellin' this ole tale of heartache, and glitz. It was actually on the day the band started, that'd it be our last time rockin' together. Ya'see, Chad's most recent girlfriend had thing for bad boys, and well, Johnny was the baddest of 'em all.
It was midday, during practice, that we were all playing in the garage. Little did we know that this would seen be the end of "The Philly Fishers From Iowa & Roman Readers of Africa..Ness". Sure, the band name was a bit much, but it got us by, made the days not as hot, and the oh so cold nights not as cold. Anyway, there we were, just picking up the next riff for our rockin' single "Baby, Don't You Be Leavin' Me For Someone Else Unless You Ask Me First" and boom! We heard a crash..That crash was the crash of our hopes n' dreams. Now n' days the band searches for their lost ambitions at the bottom of the bottle, tragic...So tragic.