I always get sad when I read shit like this, musician biographies, I read them because of the sex, drugs, rock n' roll, it's a culture I'll never be apart of, and it's interesting, but that's all most people see upfront, the fun of it, and that's what's sad about it; I'm always traumatized by the drugs, especially heroin, actually, mainly heroin, heroin and cocaine scare the shit out of me, and of course, Kurt had troubles with it [heroin], Layne died of it, Janis died of it, and apparently it plays a major role in Jim Morrison's death; Jim Morrison, he was so fucking bizarre, I mean, reading this, his genius outbursts and his erratic infidelity, god the sixties were a crazy, free time; I always think, "what if this, what if that," but then they wouldn't be as immortalized, would they.
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That review is a total blur. I'm tired. I'm sad.