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And one time Frankie goes, he was a child diabetic.

And he goes, let's go down to the quarter.

I'm going to trade a needle to these junkies for a joint or a needle for some.

And I walked back.

And I'm in the back of the French Quarter in this dingy 300-year-old building.

And there's a guy laying on a table and his shirt's off.

He's got a pair of bell-bottoms on, nothing else, and a peace belt buckle, the old peace signs back in the hippies' days.

And he's got a burn on his chest from a cigarette because he's kicking his ass.

And they took him to the hospital.

The hospital kicked him back into the alley.

There was no understanding.

He's a junkie.

Right.

The guy goes to light him another cigarette.

I'm 13 years old and I'm looking over going, this isn't going to end well.

There's a woman walking around with nothing on but a pair of underwear and a little wife beater t-shirt with her boobies moving.

I hadn't seen boobies yet.

I mean, I saw National Geographic.

I hadn't even seen Playboy.

And Frankie trades the needles and all that.