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Wednesday, December 05, 2007

The Dirt, excerpt 1

Did you know that December is National Drunk and Drugged Driving Prevention Month? You do now. Put down that cocktail. Extinguish that doobie. Pull over.

In honor of 3D Prevention Month, we at Rock Club will perform a community service by running random excerpts from The Dirt: Confessions of the World's Most Notorious Rock Band, or the autobiography of Motley Crue. A few notes:

1--This community service will hopefully fulfill any remaining requirements imposed on us by the District of Columbia judicial system as a result of that incident at the NAMBLA rally on the Mall last month.

2--I know it's already Dec. 5. I spent Dec. 1-4 in a drugs and alcohol haze from which I have only now emerged.

3--Motley Crue were/are Olympic-level drug and alcohol abusers, and automobile operators. Hopefully the youth of America will learn from them.

4--No matter what month December turned out to be (Afro-American History, National Family Farm Heritage Month, National Czech and Slovak Appreciation Month) we still would have done this. We got lucky with the drugs and alcohol angle.

Kids, use your turn signals

Okay, here's how the book works. Each member of the band--Vince, Nikki, Mick and Tommy--take turns writing a chapter.

I shall flip through the book in a random nature and where I stop, that will be the excerpt of the day.

So here we go.

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When I returned home after Fresno, my friend Ron was living in the shed behind my parents' house. I really had it rigged up by then. I had a black light, which shone on red and green psychedelic posters on the walls. I had a TV, which I had found discarded on a street corner, and I still used the homemade stereo I had made so long ago out of my sister's phonograph. Ron and I loved crosstops, which were basically trucker speed that you could buy in packs of one hundred for ten bucks at any pharmacy. We'd swallow fistfuls and hitchhike as far away as we could get, then return home from Whittier or wherever we were when the speed wore off at dawn.

(Mick Mars, p 181)


Anonymous said...

I just heard of Mick Mars for the first time 2.2 seconds ago. Imagine, a talented writer like that and I JUST heard of him. Wow.

That Ron. He was one crazy cat.

Anonymous said...

I can't wait for the one where Nikki Sixx passes out with a heroin needle in his arm and wakes up later with a dried pool of blood in the palm of his hand.

Jimbromski said...

well, I'm running random excerpts, so given that he's doing that like every other page I think your wish will soon be granted.

Jumbo Slice said...

"my friend Ron was living in the shed behind my parents' house"

Reminds me of my friend Dale that lives in a tent in the woods behind the Shell station in Brockport, NY. No doubt he's hating all that snow right about now.