A written history of Bobby Jameson and his search through the past. Working my way back through the jungle of drug addiction and booze. My family life as a kid was the breeding ground for addicts. No self worth, no help, and one chance to get out alive. Music was the horse I rode out on...and the music business was the horse I rode into hell. Pronounced dead twice from drug over doses, I lived to tell how the pursuit of fame is as deadly as any narcotic I have ever used.
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Wednesday, February 11, 2015
THE CHAIR
i took her
picture down
and put it
away in a
cabinet
along with a
small box
of trinkets
she'd sent
to me
so many
years ago,
so many
smiles ago,
so many lies ago...
i'd begun
feeling
uncomfortable
at some point
like the
other man
in her life
like a once
favorite chair
now placed
in another
room…
occasionally
she'd come
by and
sit with me
but quickly
vanish
and i would
return to
waiting
and hoping...
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