Out in the crowd, Westerberg and Chris Mars stood waiting for Thunders eagerly. “Kramer came out and said, ‘Guess who’s not ready?’” recalled Westerberg. “Then Johnny finally appeared, strung out, wearing leather pants. The moment he walked on . . . I saw it.” The look on Thunders’s face—imperious and desperate all at once—struck Westerberg: “He was
