I tried to stay off of the stuff. I told myself...wait, Jim, just wait. Come down. Stay clean. Ride it out. You'll be ok. First the shakes started....then the shivers. I even got the shimmies. I started Jones-ing. I needed it. I needed my fix. Midnight sweats. I was sprung. Chasing that dragon again. Nothing but a two bit strawberry walking the mean streets of Hollywood in search of my next hit. I couldn't stay away. I never stood a chance. Relapse. I guess what I'm really trying to say is....
....I started another cartoon today.
My Ghettomation craving got the best of me.
2 comments:
I'm very disappointed in you Jim.
Shame...
Im a toon fiend,man.
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