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Ok.....i've already got a few vodkas in me right now, but I have a story that still haunts me to this day. It's a little tragic, but funny too....but mostly, it's a lesson for any youngsters on here thinkin' that the Grim Reaper is too busy to look you up....

.......Hollywood in the late 80's, hangin' out with a drummer buddy close to Hollywood & Vine. Some chik that dug him worked in Subway sandwhich shop right there....givin' us free food. She gets off of work and says that there's a cool party up in the hollywood hills and that there's gonna be rockstars, chicks and dope there....we were invited.....Fxck yeah....it's on.......

Now....I've only been in Los Angeles for about a month or so, tops at this point........hitched my way out here from a really small ass town back east (outside of Pittsburgh). I didn't do much partyin' yet, other than nasty shwag,booze and a few trips of acid at this age either......

I spun out almost a year ago ended up in a ditch. It was scary as haaaaayl but in retrospect it was funny.

So, the chick takes us and one of her hottie chikky friends up into to the Hollywood hills to this party. She was drivin' a blue Chevy Nova......70's muscle. We get to this huge ass house on top of the hills. We all get out... and we gotta walk a bit,cause we had to park a little ways down the road.
She leaves her keys under her floor mat so she don't lose them when it comes time to split.......

Anyway......flashforward to inside of this nice mansion type spread.
My buddy tells me....be cool,bro.....don't act like nothin surprises ya.
He musta seen my eyeballs poppin outta my head......chiks that we came with split
into a different direction and there we were , roamin around this cool ass party.......

Immediately, I started to recognize some famous rocker dudes......just hangin out , partyin' and
being super cool. No egos....nuthin'...just being regular dudes.
So, my buddy and I head over to this sectional sofa that went around the whole goddamned main room of the place.
We see this famous singer dude sittin with a buncha hot chiks at a table on this sofa. Not gonna name drop, but he was relevent
to the time period. My buddy takes off to another part of the party to scope the pad.
I'm just sittin' there listening to this singer....who I actually had his band's lps....I was a fan.
I'm listening to him tellin' stories of playing the Sunset strip and other road stories.....soaking in every drop of info and mojo.

As he's talkin' ,some of the chicks are getting up from the
couch and going into another room for a couple of minutes and then returning with fresh alcohol drinks for the people at the table.
Dude starts talking to me.....I'm diggin' it 'cause i like the dude's band and shit....and he's
being cooler than I ever expected a rockstar dude to be....

Well he then gets up and leaves the room for a few minutes, then comes back.
Tells one of the chiks...."You're up"....off she went. This happens with a couple more chiks etc..

Chicks comes back.......and the dude says to me, "You're up,bro".

Cmon you can tell us who the singer is ;D

Well, I don't know what the fxck is up (I'm just some greenhorn from back east), but I head towards the same room that everybody's been
comin in and out of. It's a super size fuggin' bathroom....size of that damn Subway sandwhich shop from earlier...
I walk in....chick is walkin' out and says " It's over there" .

I look over as she walks outta the room...closing the door behind her. There's 3 lines....BIG ASS rails
on the sink. Well, I'm scared as a mutha right now.....'cause I know that this is some real shit and I'm already
kinda nervous partyin' with these people (and other popular bands there). PLUS, I aint ever done this sh1t EVER BEFORE ,
especially in my small town back east? Nah , this was magazine story sh1t goin down in front of my hick ass.....

Well......i go over and i do all 3 lines. Now.....You know I blew some of that sh1t across the counter top by exhaling first.....rookie move.
Ok, so I'm done ....it's all gone and my nose is burnin' like fuggin LAVA and crushed glass...........killin' me.......

I stumble outta the bathroom and it hits me...................BAM, mutherfuxker....I'm speedin and freakin HARD.
I go and sit back down next to the dude......and he says to some other chick, "You're up".
Well, she leaves and comes rite back and says...."there aint nuthin in there".
By now, I'm jumpin outta my skin and holding my nose......PAIN like I aint ever FvcKin felt....

Ok, the dude says "bro, didja do all of those lines"? I just nodded.....my eyes feel like they're bleedin', my throat fulla glass.
He sees that I'm in the RED ZONE and hands me some drink from the table.......I guzzle that shit just to get rid of the burning
from those rails down the back of my neck. Dude slaps me on the back and says..."Holy Shit,MAN" and he's laughin' as he's PROUD of me.....but I'm freakin' out, BUT tryin' to play cool, ya know?

I just get the fvck up from the couch and start roamin this big ass house looking for my bro.
My head is on fire and I'm movin at about light speed by now....scared as shit......feeling like my heart's gonna blow up.
I go outside a random doorway,onto a balcony....tryin' to get some fresh air and my buddy sees me freakin' out from across the crowded room.
He cruises over with a couple of drinks and asks whats up?
I tell him him that i just did my first cola with So and So over there....and I gotta get the fuxk outta this place.
My buddy goes over and asks the dude for a rail.......comes back and says......no cola, it was effin meth.

Jeeeeezus........never did any shit like that before,,,,only had a pinch of cola once in a joint,and it was cut with so much baby laxitive, just made ya wanna shite.No real buzz....just nasty gum numbing crud.

Ok, so i tell my buddy, "Dude, let's get the fuxk outta here", He says he'll go find the chicks with the Nova... & for me to hang out on the balcony.
Well, feels like he's gone forever and I'm thinkin' about jumpin off of this damn balcony which looked to be about 3 good stories high and all downhill.
He finally comes back with a couple more drinks and says that he can't find the chicks....tells me to chill.

Well, I'm really jumping outta my skin by now.....rails have kicked into super blast mode and i am a fxcked up small town kid
that thought he could hang wit the big dudes.
I tell my bro, we gotta get outta this place. He says "The keys are under the matt of the chevy"

And as Slacky would say, "Out the door we went".

We find the car and (OK, The Statute of LIMITATIONS already ran out on this shit FYI) ....we steal it.