Take It From The Top: Richard Hell

gonowrichardhell“1980. The sun comes up. My eyes open. Uh oh … I’ve woken up again. The bed smells nasty, but it smells like home. It smells like a refuge. It’s the way the sheets seem to crumble and disperse in tiny particles against my skin that’s irritating.”

(Richard Hell’s “Go Now,” 1996)

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