Life After Glitter with IAN HUNTER and MICK RONSON
The instant he came to, The Writer knew he would never make it out of bed, let alone to the interview itself. He swallowed, felt a raw contraction of withered flesh and winced. Goddamn the common cold anyway. His skull pounded as if the Blue Cheer were using it for a rehearsal hall.
Life After Glitter with IAN HUNTER and MICK RONSON
DESTRUCTION THROUGH MOTION
"Working with Ronson is good,.,he refuses to get too serious.
—Ian Hunter"
Jeffrey Morgan
CHAPTER ONE:
Germ Warfare
The instant he came to, The Writer knew he would never make it out of bed, let alone to the interview itself.
He swallowed, felt a raw contraction of withered flesh and winced. Goddamn the common cold anyway. His skull pounded as if the Blue Cheer were using it for a rehearsal hall. Would he have tied one on so tightly the previous night had he known he would wake up like this?
Damn right he would’ve.
Staggering into the bathroom, he stepped into the shower stall and administered emergency shock treatment via the cold water faucet.
His ablutions at an end, he slowly inched open the front door and scanned the morning headlines:
“KNIFE-WIELDING MADMAN
THREATENS FIVE HOSTAGES” “DAUGHTER A JUNKIE AT 14, TV’S BURNETT REVEALS”
“PRE-DAWN DRUG RAIDS SEIZE $2.5M IN SPEED”
All in all, a fine day for rock ’ri roll, The Writer thought, picking up the paper and heading into the kitchen. Plugging in the kettle, he heard footsteps in the living room.