So we’re live. This is exciting and potentially the beginning of something really beautiful. Or maybe we’ll quit after two months. Time will tell. We admit to being not entirely sure where this blog is headed. But one thing is certain: we love us some Keith Richards. And when we see a headline like this, we will share it:
From the article:
“He was cremated and I couldn’t resist grinding him up with a little bit of blow. My dad wouldn’t have cared,” he said. “… It went down pretty well, and I’m still alive.”
All of this raises some important questions. Like: what makes you think he wouldn’t have cared, Keith? Did you ask if you could snort him? (Note to our future children: don’t ever grind us up with “a little bit of blow”). Also: were you expecting an enhanced high? And, perhaps most importantly: wait, you did what?
While we don’t necessarily admire copious drug use sustained over four decades, there is something admirable in Keith’s endurance. We only hope he donates his body to science when he dies forty years from now.