All I wanted to do was drugs—weed and coke mainly. I wasn’t addicted to one particular substance. I liked it all. I wanted to get my hands on anything I could swallow, snort, eat, sniff, you name it. I never ran into heroin, though. Never was in the same room with it, thank God. (That would happen later.) My main purpose in life was just to find a score. I soon settled into a heavy metal phase, dying my hair all black, or bleaching it, and drugs.
