Mateus Santos
I remember about 5 years ago sitting at my dining room kitchen in my big house in Los Angeles, it was a Friday, shooting glob after glob of black tar heroin, I had money then, lots of it. I kept injecting and listening to this song with one light on, it was hell. In the beginning it was heaven but I took a nice chunk of hell w me too. For example, a white boy being, I guess, down enough to be tattooed by a member of a Mexican Crew. Too many stories.