memoir of some sorts about the life and times of the king of funk himself Rick James.serious and funny
Its about noon you can hear vehicles passing by and dogs barking and people going about their day,Clearly everyone in the outside World, except in ricks househould.powder substance ,needles and lighters are all visible for everyone to see.two women who are stark naked with a bed sheet barely covering their bodies lay next to Ricks unconsciously sleep.The year is 1988 and free basing cocaine is the thing of norm to young rich rock stars such as Rick James,everything is secondary to cocaine that includes family .music and health.my drug habit was costly about $7 000 a week now that a problem ,on this rate you will go broke.Cut a month you are in a cell. a prison guard calls you out ,Superstar Rick you have a visitor. as you go to the visitors room you notice a young white middle age man .Hi am S.tuart he said am a writer for the New York times .ok i responded
I am a big fan of yours and i am a great follower of yours and i would like to write your memoir i looked dead in his eyes and replied you have time be comfortable because .its gonna be a ride i smerk.
