1st edition CHEAP SANWICHEES
BRIAN RAINE
Asks us to follow him through poetic musings of love,sex.drugs and what
happennsn when those worlds collide.
Collected from Napkins,scraps of paper and old notebooks,CHEAP SANDWICHES is
a journey from innocence to adolecence to living
.on the streets of San Francisco.
The First Collection of poems By Brian Raine
POEMS 1990-1995
edited my Mark Ezra Merrill
mem14@intaccc.com
Asks us to follow him through poetic musings of love,sex.drugs and what
happennsn when those worlds collide.
Collected from Napkins,scraps of paper and old notebooks,CHEAP SANDWICHES is
a journey from innocence to adolecence to living
.on the streets of San Francisco.
The First Collection of poems By Brian Raine
POEMS 1990-1995
edited my Mark Ezra Merrill
mem14@intaccc.com
real bio
Born into a religous cult type structure.
I naturally rebelled blindly for most of my teens.
After a quest in my senior year to Visit The city by the bay
and ingesting psychedelics I became instantly interested in
mind-body discoveries....
Mostly experimenting, I reclaimed my youth by leaving the small New ENGLAND town
that boasted a Missle donated by the government .
However My expectations were surreal, and my expirementation continued.
After a breif stay with The Buddhst In N. California
which is the highlight of my current life,, I switched environments...
the complete yin(buddhist) and yang ( house of junkies).
I heard peter scream. Not a normal but rather a life-death wake up the house someones dying scream.
ive always been too stupid to learn by others.
I tell myself I was just vulnerable and I didnt "know" heroin killed.
but how much bs is that...given what I saw.,
so....6 months later my big brother went to visit family....His lover met a guy..and turned him on to it........My Big Bro never ever lead me toward the killer..
i was born an addict its in my brain....
They all looked out 4 me... I watched my freind shootup, and made sure he didnt go out...
which i wanted to try as i saw the pleasure on his face....
LATER....WHEN I LIVED IN A CLOSET quite small, but all inclusive w/a live-in punk rock band, 2 str8's from santa-Barbara.....the upper haight....spend 3 hours on my hair to look
"whatever" they were nice.
Owen turned me on.
Rich, with a dominant personality....
his art amazed me.
my use started like after work, than at work.....Than Bomber from RKL.....
blatently said if ya gonna do it, do it right...
so I started using rigs.
My Grandma died....right before that. I made an effort to quit.
Moved in w/ my bro, who bought me chocolate. and always supported me rationally..
ok .....i need to write this , and im not in the state to do it right...so we'll pick up soon..
I naturally rebelled blindly for most of my teens.
After a quest in my senior year to Visit The city by the bay
and ingesting psychedelics I became instantly interested in
mind-body discoveries....
Mostly experimenting, I reclaimed my youth by leaving the small New ENGLAND town
that boasted a Missle donated by the government .
However My expectations were surreal, and my expirementation continued.
After a breif stay with The Buddhst In N. California
which is the highlight of my current life,, I switched environments...
the complete yin(buddhist) and yang ( house of junkies).
I heard peter scream. Not a normal but rather a life-death wake up the house someones dying scream.
ive always been too stupid to learn by others.
I tell myself I was just vulnerable and I didnt "know" heroin killed.
but how much bs is that...given what I saw.,
so....6 months later my big brother went to visit family....His lover met a guy..and turned him on to it........My Big Bro never ever lead me toward the killer..
i was born an addict its in my brain....
They all looked out 4 me... I watched my freind shootup, and made sure he didnt go out...
which i wanted to try as i saw the pleasure on his face....
LATER....WHEN I LIVED IN A CLOSET quite small, but all inclusive w/a live-in punk rock band, 2 str8's from santa-Barbara.....the upper haight....spend 3 hours on my hair to look
"whatever" they were nice.
Owen turned me on.
Rich, with a dominant personality....
his art amazed me.
my use started like after work, than at work.....Than Bomber from RKL.....
blatently said if ya gonna do it, do it right...
so I started using rigs.
My Grandma died....right before that. I made an effort to quit.
Moved in w/ my bro, who bought me chocolate. and always supported me rationally..
ok .....i need to write this , and im not in the state to do it right...so we'll pick up soon..
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