Ballad of the Groupie EverlastingSo here I am, in the year of your Lord 2010, lying beside the corpse of yet another dead musician, a rock star flamed out on heroin, and I make the promise one more time.
"This is the last one." That's the promise. "No more musicians for me."
How many times have I said those words over the centuries? Over how many musicians' corpses? And how many times have I broken that promise? Again and again and again.
But maybe this time, it will take.
After all, this guy was special. As I stroke his long blond hair, I'm filled with regret over the dead potential of him, the lost opportunities. He could have changed the world, honest and truly...could have healed it with the music I inspired in him. I felt it in my bones this time, I believed it with every
