It was 12 years ago that I remember um sitting in this Apartment and it was kinda like the aftereffects of a war. It was the night after, you know the morning after a big party you saw the cigarette buts all piled up and the crushed beer cans, Kinda that Stale Grass smell in the air. And I was really wondering, you know I used to think I was pretty tough. I was sitting there and I remember I was sitting there on my boyfriend’s couch, and I had this, I smoked a cigar, See I thought that you were um really tough if you smoked Cigars. So I was sitting there and I was really wondering what I was gonna do with my life and what was happenin I didn’t even know if there really was such a thing as love. I though Love was what you said to somebody to get something that you wanted. It was cheap; You threw it out, Casually.
And it was a few months later I was sitting in this very different kind of room, it was a little old dingy coffee house on the East side of Milwaukie, Freak District You know Brady Street And this Man was telling me that no matter what I had done, Oh and I’d a lot of things that I was ashamed of, Things that I dare not tell my mommy and daddy and I knew I was guilty. And he was telling me that no matter what I had done that I could be pure again, that I could be new. My Heart Cried out for that.
