Diane Wilkes

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Somehow or another Paul and I managed to connect and I saw him a few times when he came to L.A. We talked on the phone and I went to his shows. He got shit-faced drunk at one of his shows and he wanted me to sit in with him on one of his songs. He was always so fucked up. I heard he went into recovery later. Spending time with him, I got a little peek behind the scenes of the drunk rock star guy. I remember sitting in his hotel room one time and there was a knock on the door and there were two giggly girls outside expecting to come in. Paul must have given them his room number backstage after ...more
Don't Tell Anybody the Secrets I Told You: A Memoir
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