Cle Diary

IHOP international Airport. Overcast/grey day, typical. The rental for once not white. Gnarly RED with gnarly CD player. I pop in a new disc as yet unheard, at least unheard by me in 25 years. I enter Lakewood when "All the Young Dudes" starts and much to my chagrin, I actually start to cry.

Why the fuck did I quit drinking?

Why the fuck did I stop shooting heroin?

What the fuck happened to my youth?