Junkies, little sisters, drunks, grandparents, dopeheads and mothers: people, each and everyone one. I probably picked my batch of HCV up from a rolled up $100 bill at some wild party in the 1970s..........doesn't make me any better or worse than anyone else. 19 years old, Draft lottery number: 009, party hearty!
And its 1,2,3..what are we fightin' for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam
And its 5,6,7.. open up the Pearly Gates
Well, there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee, we're all gonna to die.
-Country Joe McDonald
Woodstock
I gave blood a couple of times until this weird disease started killing all my gay friends...
Looking back, I would have done a few things differently. First off, I would use my own personal rolled up bill and not pass it around....
We are all the same, but totally different. It would be so boring if we weren't.
M