Pasting Cold Leeches is the, and I am imagining it occurring in a pitch black room early 1980s Los Angels, but the feeling of an alcohol prep-pad being swabbed across the crook of your forearm might be interpreted as a cold leech. That's what we think anyways. However, I've only been a junkie since 1994 and not a skinny white Jon Doe in a dark room, 1981. Or did Exene write this one? Either way dude, with a degree of certainty I surely wish I didnt have, its evaporated alcohol from a prep-pad that is cold wet and leech like. In a dark room. In 1981. See that, years later and you still get an answer.
Pasting Cold Leeches is the, and I am imagining it occurring in a pitch black room early 1980s Los Angels, but the feeling of an alcohol prep-pad being swabbed across the crook of your forearm might be interpreted as a cold leech. That's what we think anyways. However, I've only been a junkie since 1994 and not a skinny white Jon Doe in a dark room, 1981. Or did Exene write this one? Either way dude, with a degree of certainty I surely wish I didnt have, its evaporated alcohol from a prep-pad that is cold wet and leech like. In a dark room. In 1981. See that, years later and you still get an answer.
@IpSoNoFacto And a few years even later someone reads this and says...yup.
@IpSoNoFacto And a few years even later someone reads this and says...yup.