•Chapter One: Stateside in Post-America

I guess this would be a good place to start.
Cody Cleen and the infamous Wolfpussy, has just arrived back stateside from Europe. They all look terribly exhausted, except for Cleen himself. He seems uncanny in a sense, like he's aware that death is lurking around the corner. In his hand a package of Marlboro Reds, and about a half a fifth of Jack Danials. He's on a mission. A date with the Devil is set for tonight, and the smell of grass never exits his side. As he steps into my studio door, he asks, "Ever seen a man wreck a train in your face?"
"Didn't think so, Fucker."



•Chapter Two: "I want to go Insane."

Tired... of this shit.
Haven't slept in weeks. This dead time back in America, at my shithole trailer, is really fucking with my pride, worth to self, hard-dick syndrome, & pussy pulling power.
I guess I'll put on some pants and stumble on over to the Five and Dime, get a pack of Cigs, and see if Scarlett Rose is closing tonight, maybe fuck the shit out of her big ass titties later, yeah, Fuckin' A.
Something feels different, kinda strange. Like the first time you realized Bin Laden didn't kill the Twin Towers, our own guys did. Just Bizarrely different.
I feel my eyes get heavy. Maybe I died, or passed out smoking weed again, but then I see I'm floating off, into the cosmos, the unknown, or lesser known.
How the fuck did this happen?
An earthquake or Turbulence takes control of my Mind, a bright white flash, some shaking, U2 rattle and hum on the turntable, we are under the milky way, tonight, then I see a tree,
And my dope man Joshua.
Just in time.
I'm still awake in 3rd world America.


•Chapter Three: Mutiny is on the Rise

I'll die but only if you kill me first.
I want you too.
Cheap Thrills and Jack Danials is all that I got left, so let's Fuckin' get it on. However
I'm ready to leave again, back on tour, with the boys. But I like being with you too, shootin' meth, snorting heroin, and fucking.
That's about the just of it. Spend my hard earned, well deserved cash, on seedy motels, shitty dope, and with no rock n' roll to listen to, none. Guitar is in the car, the car she drives while I'm gone. Fuck this.

"Can you go get...