April 03, 2007
"I snorted my father."
es el Queso
10 years ago
OK -- here's a dumb question -- is Keith Richards capable of remembering what he snorted with any degree of accuracy?
Cremainlining sick fuck!
Wow. What a difference it makes, burning the body before you consume it - hardly any stigma at all this way,
Smelled like chicken, I bet.
"I was No. 1 on the `who's likely to die' list for 10 years.
Where do I get this list? Can I make wagers on it? Do I lose my winnings if I am the one who kills the person? Can my wife claim my winnings if I wager on myself and commit suicide?
I remember when I did that
here you go
. I suppose investing in the insurance industry would be a tamer version.
Some people will put anything up their nose.
Do you suppose he really did it? Maybe he just misses the days when you could shock people by telling them you snorted *cocaine*.
"Cremainling" is my new favorite word. Maybe he was trying to absorb his father's power, without the high fat intake of actual ritual cannibalism. All the Stones are listed at
is Keith Richards capable of remembering what he snorted with any degree of accuracy?
Did you know that his bandmate Mick Jagger graduated from the London School of Economics? Perception is not reality, just sayin'.
Perception is not reality, and Mick Jagger is not Keith Richards.
Wait -- did Mick actually graduate? I thought he dropped out?
That's my perception, anyway.
His decision to drop out of university in 1962 in favour of music was not approved by his mother and was reluctantly accepted by his father. Jagger has stated in interviews he could not blame his parents for their mistrust of his choice; even he doubted a life-long career in music was possible.
My money's on Keef: remember that Simpson's episode where the doctor tells Mr. Burns he's alive because all of his diseases are keeping each other at bay? Maybe Keith's blood-boiling-transfusion heroin kicking will be the ticket to centegenarianhood.
I kinda doubt it. It sounds like some big talk to me. I would think that there are some lines (*cough*) which even a cokehead wouldn't cross, and snorting one's pop would be one of them.
When I ran into Keith walking down Yonge on Saturday, he seemed surprisingly normal. It made me think that much of all this is just an act -- which isn't to say that he didn't have his share of drug problems, I think that having the reputation anyway, he played it up a bit. IMHO, IANARS, YMMY, etc., etc.
ONE Saturday. Not ON Saturday. Hold off on those plane tickets.
Ycccchhh. I've heard of nasty things used to cut blow, but this has to be the all-time worst. *sneezes, blows nose into hanky, expels hunk of dust from floor*
Huh - jes' teasing, was he?
I don't see it as all that wildly freakishly insane, anyway. Once you get yourself to the point of seeing that the ashes are just ashes and not, in fact, one's relative
, it becomes fairly easy to see that applying a bit of said ashes to one's nostrils (since you were applying stuff anyway) is a laughably simple method of having a truly original tale to tell.
How disrespectful. He should have made
out of his old man instead.
Reduce, reuse, recycle.
'sall a joke, innit? *balances head on neck precariously, waves cigarette randomly*
When I die, I'd like to be dipped in wax and displayed as Marie Antoinette in the museum of a crippled genius ex-sculptor, while carnival barkers play paddleball outside.
that sounds about right ;)
When I die, you can all eat me. Or before. Either way.
The only thing I've ever tried to snort was Pixie Stix (on a dare, back in high school -- I used to be a sucker for a dare), and I gotta tell you, that hurt like heck. Not a pleasant process, as it involved writhing in pain in the mall parking lot.
Though it was funny that I was then able to convince a friend to try it, too, which sent *him* writing on the parking lot himself. Good times, good times.
I snorted an aspirin once, unintentionally. It could not be dislodged and hurt like hell, which is to say quite a bit more than heck.
I snorted a line of pepper in a Burger King one time in junior high. I had speckled snot for the next 24 hours or so.
Note to self: "Speckled Snot" as possible band name.
I've snorted cotton thread in order to run it between my nose and mouth in a charming and debonair fashion. I never graduated to condoms, but I've seen it done.
Theoretically there's all sorts of weird toxins unscrupulous drug dealers (!) use to cut coke with, and cremated remains is probably at least "all natural". (I don't think he was joking either, but since we're all following the laser-dot here anyway, who cares) Will the one of you who passed Organic Chemistry please enlighten us here?
Monkeyfilter: Following the laser-dot. Oh shit, so that's how you
Ha! I tole ya so. He says he was
His father performed an "Intervention"
When I was in grad school at NYU in the late 80s/early 90s, when Tompkins Square Park was pretty much a big homeless encampment, there was a story about a guy who lived just off the park with his girlfriend who'd been feeding big pots of stew that he'd prepared to the folks in Tompkins Sq., and it turned out that the stew had contained sauteed chunks of his girlfriend, whom he'd killed and hacked to pieces. Our boundless capacity for evil. Keef's story of
is light comedy by comparison.