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Bob Geldof's autobio "Is That It?" is pretty good reading.
So is David Carradine's "Endless Highway", especially the bit where he goes bugfuck on peyote and trashes his neighbor's house, and when he goes after Drew Barrymore's brother with a three-sectional staff when the little shit stole a pile of pre-signed cheques to pay his dealer, and when he was arrested for bestiality in South Africa, not for shagging an aardvark or buggering a meercat or whatever, but for hugging Tina Turner. |
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