——– HE OBLIGES gratefully , taking the cigarette and lighting it post - haste , tiny grin on his mouth . Maybe she ’ s taken a bit fondly to him ? Though even Murdoc ’ s dates had never looked quite so bored . Really a talent of hers , truly .
“ Oh , you know . Fell from a tree in me youngah ’ years . I fink me bandmate hit m wif ’ his car once or twice . All these posters about not drivin ’ drunk sure don ’ t hav ’ hold on ‘ im ! ”
He itches for something a little more robust than a cigarette . Whisper ’ chronic pain ’ in the ear of a crooked doctor , and it was amazing what miracles could be worked .
‘ only once or twice? ’ she wonders, faintly, if he’s on anything, a thought that preoccupies her for only a moment. of course he is. she is. nearly everyone she interviews is smoking, or taking, or injecting something. that’s why she hates dealing with people in the music business outside of parties, they’re always so distant.
‘ do you ever worry about people recognizing you? or do you like the attention? ’