I remember Billy Idol asking me what I did (to earn a
living) at the Peppermint Lounge one night before we
scored “Crazy Eddie and Red Tape” (popular brands of
heroin and coke). I told him I worked construction. Small
talk before the score – like every Junkie.
Once it’s in your hands, you disappear and maybe pop
back up later. Wow, those thoughts still hurt me. The
control that shit had over us. I always admired Idol’s first
album because he captured so much of that pain. To this
day, his words and feelings reach me.
The only thing that was ever going to lead me out of
the life of a chemically addicted punk was construction,
prison – or death.