You never know what is going on in someone's life, and this book is an example of that. I saw Rick in concert in 1982, sat (rather stood) on the front row. He was a star, both rock and TV, yet his heart was full of pain and his head was full of self-doubt. His honest account of his life, told in ...
There were so many guys—where do I start? Do I go around exacting physical revenge on them all like a true bad-ass and probably end up in the hospital myself with major breakages, lacerations, and contusions, or do I tell them how much they’ve all hurt and saddened me, like a little wussy-baby? E...