AS SEEN ON THE ROOFTOP OF THE ACE HOTEL, DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES.
That cowboy blood is gushing out your nose, man. Clog it fast before it’s too late. You need a transfusion. You need new cells. But you ain’t having none of mine. I won’t give another drop. Thirty comes fast then it’s all downhill. At least that’s what they told us at the old hotel. Where Lucille Ball once slept. And Charlie Chaplin too. And where cowboy blood comes pouring out the elevators every night for no one. And where a part of you will sit and look into your drink forever. Do you remember heaven here? Did you feel it at the same place as me? I could climb this rock forever and never reach the top. I wish I had the words to say what I mean. Or the courage to not even try. EO