“Slash, you look terrible. Is the hat magic or something?” “Bobby, I’m not Slash.” “Currently?” “Ever.” “Ah. Were you a part of his combo?” “No, I was in Jane’s Addiction. We were nothing like Guns N’ Roses, except musically and aesthetically and we liked heroin, too. They dated Playmates and Pets and supermodels, and we … Continue reading Three Days Between