Under the Bridge

Being a guy who was once wealthy beyond his wildest dreams, not only with money but friends and family until the needle found it's way into my life I know precisley what Anthony is singing about. NO one can actually know until they have been reduced to driving around all night either looking for dope or a place to shoot it. At that point you can't think of anyhting else. Hiding in a bathroom stall or in a park or yes even under a bridge. Squeezing ice cubes from a soft drink to drip water into a bottle cap to cook your dope then going on a vein hunt in the dark. Sticking sticking sticking yourself until FINALLY you register. At that point nothign else matters. Then suddenly after you fix, blood still running down your arm from several missed attempts....your high. Then when your mind can think of something else rather than getting off do you start to hate yourself. You think about all the good you have thrown away in your life. Friends...gone, Family...gone. The respect you had spent a lifetime earnig from others....gone. NO one to call, No where to go. No one cares. Your just another F*&#@ junkie. Until youve lived it. Until youve had that stench in your nostrils. UNtil youve curled up some where with blood crusted fingers and cryed yourself to sleep you can never really know. But you can enjoy the song. Peace