"Drug Addictions And Other Myths"

Originally posted by Seitse
Please, refrain from making fun of me.

I am really proud of having written *AND* published my first
scientific book, and to do so with Borderline Publishers, one of
the oldest and finest editorial houses of Bangladesh.

Do buy my book. Get it autographed. Read it. Weep.

http://www.borderline-press.com/

publishes comics

http://www.borderlinepublishing.com/

is on the market

and a web searchh with bangla desh yields no publishing company but a lot on the psychopathic condition...

Originally posted by Ponderable
http://www.borderline-press.com/

publishes comics

http://www.borderlinepublishing.com/

is on the market

and a web searchh with bangla desh yields no publishing company but a lot on the psychopathic condition...

You're quite close to solving the riddle, my young padawan.

Originally posted by Seitse
You're quite close to solving the riddle, my young padawan.

Blackout, heatwave, .44 caliber homicide
The bums drop dead and dogs go mad
In packs on the West Side
Young girl standing on a ledge looks like another suicide
She wants to hit those bricks
'Cause the news at six gotta stick to a deadline
While the millionaires hide in Beekman Place
The bag ladies throw their bones in my face
I get attacked by a kid with stereo sound
I don't want to hear it but he won't turn it down
Life is tough but it's just enough
To hold back the tears until it's closing time
I survived, I'm still alive
But I'm getting close to the borderline
Close to the borderline

A buck three eighty
Won't buy you much lately on the street these days
And when you can get gas
You know you can't drive fast anymore on the parkways
Rich man, poor man, either way American
Shoved into the lost and found
The no nuke yell we're gonna all go to hell
With the next big meltdown
I got remote control and a color TV
I don't change channels so they must change me
I got real close friends that will get me high
They don't know how to talk and they ain't gonna try
I shouldn't bitch, I shouldn't cry
I'd start a revolution but I don't have time
I don't know why I'm still a nice guy
But I'm getting close to the borderline
Close to the borderline

I thought I'd sacrifice so many things
I thought I'd throw them all away
I didn't think I needed anything
But you can't afford to squander what you're not prepared to pay

I need a doctor for my pressure pills
I need a lawyer for my medical bills
I need a banker to finance my home
I need security to back my loan
It isn't new what I'm going through
But everybody knows you got to break sometime
Another night I fought the good fight
But I'm getting close to the borderline
Close to the borderline

Originally posted by Suzianne
Blackout, heatwave, .44 caliber homicide
The bums drop dead and dogs go mad
In packs on the West Side
Young girl standing on a ledge looks like another suicide
She wants to hit those bricks
'Cause the news at six gotta stick to a deadline
While the millionaires hide in Beekman Place
The bag ladies throw their bones in my face
I get attacked by a kid ...[text shortened]... night I fought the good fight
But I'm getting close to the borderline
Close to the borderline

Have I ever told you how badly I want you?