Alex Stone says that the new memoir by Duff McKagan of Guns ’n’ Roses is “intoxicating — in a pancreas-wrenching sort of way.” What an odd metaphor, Alex — how did you come to choose that?
Though, like some of his hard-partying antecedents, McKagan dabbled in smack, he was partial to coke, crack and — above all — booze. At the height of his addiction, he drank 10 bottles of wine a day, an oddly elegant choice McKagan rationalized as a less caustic alternative to vodka. Eventually, he drank so much his pancreas exploded. The ruptured organ sent acid shooting through his body and left much of his viscera seared by third-degree burns. The pain was so excruciating, McKagan begged his doctor to kill him.
After that, McKagan cleaned up.
Doesn’t take much to get some people’s attention, does it?