In what could quite possibly be a better book than the Crue’s The Dirt, Guns N’ Roses own Slash has a story to tell. Guns! Drugs! Porn Stars! Axl! Drugs! More Drugs!! Even More Drugs!!!
‘Yeah, yeah, cool, man,’ I said. I slapped down the toilet-seat cover and cut out four thick lines of coke. ‘You want one?’
He looked pretty uneasy. ‘No, no thanks. I’m on the job,’ he said. ‘OK, right, that’s cool,’ I said. ‘I’ll do yours, then.’ ‘It’s not just that, it’s also eight o’clock in the morning,’ he said, smiling apologetically.
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