Monday, July 19, 2010

Janis Joplin



I couldn't get enough of Janis Joplin during my teen years, and remember reading about how she shot up at some party in a kitchen in Cincinnati and thought it was cool. Maybe I read it in Buried Alive. Now I grieve she was a heroin addict, knowing the pain and misery that goes with it and leads to it.

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