Jimi Hendrix

Debauched behaviour and Sinfull deeds are what this young man perceived as his needs. Trapped in a haze of foul, putrid smoke, waiting for “friends” to pass on the toke. “It’s not a habit” he kept telling himself “Just a thing that I do, that I can’t seem to help.” “Pass on the weed, the Meth and the wine!” Feeling like that to him was devine. Then one day he didn’t arise. Sprawled on the ground ‘neath a blood-red sunrise.