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small towns, medium towns, roadie with the Stones...what a waste, night after night behind a spot, day after day truckin the gear, and the stage....Yea...he thinks the women flowed like cheap beer, the raunch was right up there. But in the end it was just so much sh!t. The drugs, the food, the inane half life of a troop of goons.
In the end he walked away from the Stones tour , the stones!. Man he had it, was the hand picked man, was set to manage a small tour, but it just wasn't worth it. Just wasn't worth the sickness that had eaten up his soul like crabs on a corpse.
He'd met HER and then he'd used her like the trash that came around every gig. And then when it was over he realized he cared and that he'd ...that he'd...He shook his head sadly. He turned off the music, emptied the glasses, went to bed, and slept, fitfully, but slept all night long....
It was a better day when he awoke the next morning, the sun was out, there was a lone bird singing, the breeze was fresh and sweet...but there was, no doubt, some calamity just around the corner....
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