In the Grip of a Trip
As I lay there in my bed just thinking, thinking about nothing or was it really something. Staring blankly at the ceiling with my arms crossed behind my head. When suddenly a memory, just hit me like a flashback. Holy moly it wasn’t that long ago that I’d be sitting behind a screen playing Xbox, and not recovering from a night of a cocktail of drugs and debauchery. It was Friday midafternoon when a pal rang me, enquiring if I was interested in checking out Skid Row that night at the Roxy. From where I live and to where the venue was, it was an hour’s plus drive. We agreed to me at a Hudson’s for a snack and a yak, before finding bar near the venue. That was the plan, as I waited and …