It is nice and sunny out today. A worthwhile compliment to yesterday's snow.
Today's Horoscope: 2 eggs, a quarter pound of salmon, 3 cups of olive oil, a generous splattering of hot sauce. Fry it in the skillet until it is black and burnt and you might just make a few enemies.
I'm closing in on Richards' book. Slumps a bit after the Exile tour, but once he gets into slamming Jagger it gets pretty funny. Apparently the Stones used to talk shit about Jagger right in front of him by calling him Brenda. Some very funny comments on Jagger's solo albums, She's The Boss "That's right, she is," and Goddess in the Doorway "Dogshit in the Doorway."
With about 100 pages to go I have to say that Richards is, if anything, pretty self-serving. But that's the nature of the memoir I guess. I'm sure there's some inconsistency between my journal and any parallel account.
EDIT: If you want an example of the self-serves you will note that about 5 fires follow Richards in his life as a heroin addict. He usually attributes them to faulty wiring.
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