Steven Adler by My Appetite for Destruction

Author:My Appetite for Destruction [Destruction, My Appetite for]
Format: epub
Published: 2011-11-12T04:28:46.355712+00:00

Chapter 14

Everybody OD Tonight!

DOWNHILL SLIDE

My finger swelled up like a sausage, but I was too drunk to feel a thing. I staggered back to the hotel and entered the lobby screaming for Dougie. At some point, “naked boy” had reappeared, and hotel guests were flipping out. Fortunately Dougie was at the front desk, checking out or something. He spotted me, took one look at my finger, and his eyes bugged. My entire hand had blown up, making it look more like a foot. He said, “We gotta get you to the hospital.” I spun away and ran out of the hotel into the parking lot. “No way!” Dougie had to chase me down as I darted between the parked cars. We attracted a nice little crowd before he was able to drag me to the hospital in my birthday suit. After that incident, things started to accelerate downhil . The band was just like, “What a dumbass, breaking his hand.” They didn’t care about me one bit. No one cal ed the hospital while I was there. No one gave a shit. There was no talk of postponing anything until I knitted up. They just went out and got someone else to fil in. I swear, if it was anybody else in the band, they would never have gotten a replacement. No way in hel . Now, maybe this was the blow talking, maybe the painkil ers for my hand were messing with me, or maybe it was the recurring shitty self-esteem, but I began to harbor this growing dread that Duff and Slash didn’t think I could play the drums that wel . It wasn’t anything they said; it was just their general attitude toward me at the time. I could tel they didn’t think I was a good drummer, and I started to think they didn’t think I was so cool either. Breaking my hand on a bar light didn’t help. But I was just feeling very down at the time. Taking myself out of commission and off that drummer stool, however temporarily, was like taking away my identity.

Fortunately Dougie was my go-to buddy and he was very good at propping up my spirits. He had me believing everything was fine and I could count on him to have my back.

We said good-bye to Alice in Madison and flew back to California, where they had quickly booked a series of shows in Pasadena for the fol owing week. My buddy Fred Coury, the drummer for Cinderel a, was brought in to replace me. I remember going over the parts with him. I wanted to be gracious about the whole thing, and Fred was cool about the opportunity. He was wel rehearsed and told me that Appetite was one of his favorite records to jam to.

We quickly sold out four homecoming shows at the Perkins Palace in Pasadena, and I was completely bummed that I couldn’t be a part of it. I was angry too, at Slash in particular.

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