Please Kill Me: The Uncensored Oral History of Punk

by Legs McNeil

All the shit I know, that’s let me take care of myself, basically I learned traveling with David Bowie on the Station to Station tour.

Iggy was mythic. I mean Iggy was probably the only person that was universally respected by everyone on the scene—and we were people who respected nothing. I mean, okay, there was Lou Reed. Lou was brilliant, but he was an asshole. Iggy was God.

David and Iggy’s was the friendship of the damned.

It took six of us eight hours to get the apartment back to disgusting.

because there was this law in Atlanta, where if your hair touched the top of your ears you could be arrested for being homosexual.

from the first minute I met him, Johnny didn’t seem to ever like anything.

And the worst thing is, the worst thing about junkies, is they are so BORING. They sit around and talk about junk. As if there were anything to say about it.