Is this it? That’s what it’s all about, Charlie? Eating, drinking, fucking, sucking? Snorting? Then what? You’re 50. You got a bag for a belly. You got tits, you need a bra. They got hair on them. You got a liver, they got spots on it, and you’re eating this fuckin’ shit, looking like these rich fucking mummies in here… Look at that. A junkie. I got a fuckin’ junkie for a wife. He don’t eat nothing. Sleeps all day with them black shades on. Wakes up with a Quaalude, and who won’t fuck me ‘cause he’s in a coma. I can’t even have a kid with him, Charlie. His womb is so polluted, I can’t even have a fuckin’ little baby with him!
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| — | Keith Richards, while discussing with Charlie Watts about the band’s future and Mick Jagger, 1970. |
