I was working in the Hollywood Music Store the day a slinky guy dressed like Johnny Thunders came up to me.
"Hey, man, are you the guy who drew this (an illustration Slash had sketched)? he asked a bit impatiently. "I dig it. It's fuckin' cool."
"Yeah, I did," I said. "Thanks."
"What's your name"
"I'm Slash."
"Hey, I'm Izzy Stradlin."
Izzy and I were at Nicky Beat's rehearsal studio back in 1984, when I first chased the dragon with him, sucking up the smoke that rose from the foil through a straw as we heated it up. All it left me feeling was queasy and not very high at all. I didn't get the instant buzz, so I lost interest in it quick; feeling sick was not my idea of a good time. Izzy was cool; he could smoke it and get complete satisfaction that way.
A few months later I mainlined for the first time and that was all she wrote; after that, I'd never do it any other way than straight into my bloodstream.
He is so deadpan honest that you break out in chuckles from the sheer insanity and stupidity - and majesty - of this life lived.
This book is Slash. After reading it, you know him. He tells you what's on his mind and what he feels about other people. Every time I've been with him, he has been open about his life and funny about the sad things. Never an ounce of attitude.
A real gentleman, a gentleman who has played in one of the world's most successful and influential rock bands; a gentleman who has snorted, smoked, shot, swallowed, and sucked up every drug with a name - and many without.
A true gentleman... a real rock god.
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