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course, this incident was the flip side of the time I hysterically accused him of
stealing my guitar
Dee Dee and I had been partying once after rehearsal. I had drunk a bunch
of forty ouncers. We were just sitting around talking. I said, “I'll go buy a dime
bag and we'll smoke some joints.” So I went over to this guy's room and got the
weed. The guy who was selling the pot was really into music, so I brought along
this really nice guitar to his room, a 1969 Fender Mustang Competition. I said,
“Hereman,youcanplaymyguitarforawhile.”Hesaid“Cool,cool.”Sohebor-
rowed my guitar, and I went back to Dee Dee's room with the pot.
The next morning, hung over, I didn't remember anything about lending my
guitar to the pot dealer. I went to Dee Dee and told him I wanted my guitar back.
Dee Dee said he didn't have my guitar, and I started accusing him of stealing my
guitar. I figured Dee Dee must have been a closet crackhead or something.
“I can't believe it! You've got all this money,” I said, mad as hell. “And
you're going to steal my guitar!”
But when I realized my mistake, Dee Dee still played with me. He must have
thoughtIwasanidiot,andIguessIwas.Andthenamonthlater,theguyIloaned
the guitar to said “Oh, here's your guitar back, Robert.”
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