by Chris McGinty
Then there was the time that the good times were rolling. They were rolling down the road faster than I could go to catch up with them. I had to find a way to slow the good times down so that I could roll with them. It would have to happen in a way that the good times slowed down, but I did not slow down. I needed the good times to have a dose of barbiturates while I had a fistful of amphetamines. One dose not simply walk into the good times when they’re rolling. That was the high life and the high life had passed me by.