I've always thought genius was accompanied by a little (or a lot) of madness. Keith Richards proves my point.
Ugh. Mixing your dead parents' ashes and then snorting it?
I wonder why he doesn't have cancer of the nose? That may be the weirdest thing he's snorted, but not the most poisonous by far.
Reminds me of the conversation I had with Bernie last night; she's exploring the path of metaphysical symptoms. And from what she's observed, most physical ailments will stem from having the wrong/negative thought patterns. I personally have my own views on this, but good ole drug addled Keith proves a point as well. How he's done all that shit and isn't dead yet IS the point.
Oh well. Onwards and upwards! Whatever works for you, dude!
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If that story had come from anybody but Keith Richards I would have written it off as a late April Fool's Day joke. Yikes.
I think Keith Richard's surviving is all about the bell curve. You need the rarities to balance off the majority.
Fiona, Keith Richards has been dead for years - he just doesn't know it !! :)
Michael,
whata morbid story, eh?
Rich,
You have a point there; rare doesn't even begin to cover it!
Paul,
Good point! Keith Richards looks.... zombiefied :) haha
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