At the age of thirteen, Danny Sugerman- the already wayward product of Beverley Hills wealth and privilege- went to his first Doors concert. He never looked back. He became Jim Morrison's protégé and- still in his teens- manager of the Doors and then Iggy Pop. He also plunged gleefully into the glamorous underworld of the rock 'n' roll scene, diving headfirst into booze, sex and drugs: every conceivable kind of drug, ever day, in every possible permutation.
By the age of twenty-one he had an idyllic home, a beautiful girlfriend, the best car in the world, two kinds of hepatitis, a diseased heart, a $500 a day heroin habit and only a week to live. He lived.
This is his tale. Excessive, scandalous, comic, cautionary and horrifying, it chronicles the 60s dream gone to rot and the early life of a Hollywood Wild Child who was just brilliant at being bad.
This achingly forthright account of heroin addiction and the madness of life in the L.A. rock-and-roll scene fairly crackles with reality. Sugerman ( No One Here Gets Out Alive ) tells of his well-heeled yet troubled childhood and of his association, begining at age 12, with the Doors, particularly his relationship with the band's nihilistic leader, Jim Morrison. Himself experimenting with drugs at the time Morrison OD'd, Sugerman developed an addiction, at the same time assuming more responsible and more visible positions with the Doors' organization. The author describes in wrenching detail his increasingly outrageous behavior which, because it was equalled or exceeded by his friends and associatesseveral of whom died during this periodwas perceived within his milieu as, if not normal, at least acceptable. Fortunately for Sugerman, he stopped his wild rush toward self-destruction just short of its realization. His facility with dialogue and his breakneck writing style complement perfectly the intensity of the subject matter.