Things were getting a bit crazy with the boys and there was only one solution to the madness and that was to try to form a rock band, as I’d heard that rock stars get pussy, and I was getting desperate for affection.
One of my friends had bought a guitar and had written some songs which I thought were awesome.
He was the one who didn’t let me into his flat which led to my licence loss and me now staying the same street as him and although he wasn’t into heroin like the rest of the neighbours, he did start taking a lot of acid, so maybe that’s why he asked me to be in his band.
It certainly wasn’t because of my musical talent, because I make Ian Brown of the Stone Roses sound like Pavarotti. I thought, I could ride my mate’s coat tails to rock super stardom. You know, anything to escape the day job, which, if it wasn’t for the ethanol would have been totally unbearable.
So after quitting the ecstasy, I started taking loads of acid so we could become ‘Rock Stars’.
A word of advice to anyone who may want to become a rock star, I suggest you learn your instrument first, before trying to live the ‘Rock’n’Roll’ lifestyle. You will find that saves you a lot of heartache. I thought if I took enough acid, I would learn the bass guitar by osmosis! I was so fucked up due to the drugs, that I would literally introduce myself to people like, “Hi, I’m Billy and I am going to be a rock star”.
Guys looked at me like, ‘No, you’re an arsehole …. and stop staring at my girlfriends’ tits, or I’ll fucking stab you”.
Whereas most gals just gave me a look of pity ….. and not the ‘come to bed eyes’, I was hoping for as a rock star in the making..
Cheers!
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