"The night before my birthday, I really thought I was going to die. We were in L.A., I was drunk, and someone handed me some devil pills—Vicodins or something. I remember lying in bed thinking, “I’m gonna fuckin’ die on my 27th birthday. I’m gonna be a rock cliché.” When I woke up the next morning, I looked at my girlfriend, and my first words were, “I’m alive."

Caleb Followill (via helenjonesx)
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