21 Years Gone by Jack Osbourne

Author:Jack Osbourne [Osbourne, Jack]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781447211495
Publisher: Pan Macmillan

I had the money, I had the inclination, but a party is nothing without people, and I had started to get my own crew around me. And at the centre of everything was Alex Orbison. Alex is the son of the singer Roy Orbison, and also plays drums in his own band, Whitestarr. Like most of my friends at the time, he was a whole lot older than me when I first met him – twenty-seven, I think. He also happened to be the funniest, coolest, whackiest, hippiest guy you’ll ever have the pleasure to meet. A loving, caring friend who never wanted there to be a bad time. With his blond hair, and eyes that were a piercing blue despite being constantly bloodshot, he was the spitting image of Sean Penn in Fast Times at Ridgemont High – a cool hippy whose sole desire in life was to get high and listen to The Who or rock out to Led Zeppelin. He was the intellectual party boy. He had made a special point of learning everything there was to know about every drug: how to do it, why to do it, what it did. Alex was into all kinds of drugs – cocaine, weed, pills; later in his drug-taking career he and his cronies branched out into stuff that even I had stayed clear of, like smoking heroin and crack cocaine. Things started getting really dark for him for a time, before he got clean and stopped doing drugs. But back then, he would rationalise their use with such charming logic that you couldn’t even think about arguing with him. We had drug use down to a fine science, he would argue. It was our art, something we had perfected through careful study and advanced techniques. We were good at it.

When Alex was around, you could always guarantee a good time. He lived in the Malibu Colony, a gated community right by the beach, average house price $10 million, which means the place was pretty much taken over by summer houses for the rich and famous, and as a result there was hardly ever anybody around. We could set off fireworks and never get a call from the cops; we could indulge in genuine debauchery and nobody would be any the wiser.

And there was always a laugh to be had when Alex was on the scene. There was this girl who used to hang out with us in Malibu. She was about eighteen at the time, and was dating Alex on and off. One night, the three of us passed out on a big double bed. I was on one side, the girl was in the middle and Alex was on the other side. In the middle of the night, the girl decided she was too hot stuck between two sweaty guys, so she moved to the outside of the bed. We woke up the next morning to the sound of her shouting at us: ‘Oh my God, you

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