??!! Good Thing Slash Didn’t Use Shampoo
posted by October 18 at 8:16 AMon
I’m not going to pretend that this excerpt from Slash’s autobiography, due out at the end of October, holds much in the way of surprises. When G’n’R was on top of the world, Slash was high. Slash was really, really, really…
REALLY FUCKING HIGH.
Yawn, right, I know. But good god, man!
Soon I started speedballing heavily and really enjoyed the unique brand of hallucinatory paranoia that comes with it. No one had taught me to speedball; I just thought it would be like a narcotic Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup. Coke and heroin were two great tastes that I knew would go great together.
Even better, Slash was topping off his brain-bending peanut-butter-and-chocolate with another delicacy:
I’d always end up shooting all of the heroin before I’d mowed through the coke, so usually I’d get wired to the point of an impending heart attack. At the end of those nights, I was also often left with the distinct feeling that I was being watched, so I started to think that walking around my house armed to the teeth was a good idea.
Consider eking out about 10 minutes to read the book excerpt; though it’s not consistent, the high points (ZING!) are worth it, such as the hallucinatory creatures who would burrow themselves in Slash’s hair. Holy Sweet Child of Mine, that sounds awesome. Talk about a fun county fair game—guess how many Predator beasts are hiding in Slash’s head-pube mane, win Marlboros for life.
Another big, surprising spoiler: Slash winds up naked and bloody. The resulting, hairy mental image—which has now deeply burrowed itself into my brain—reminds me of an old skit on The State: