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big horns—they were the creepiest things I ever saw in my life, as big as a beer
can. If there were one on my bed, I would sleep standing up!
Therewereotherpeopleatthepartywholookedlikepeopleyou'dseeatLin-
coln Center. One woman looked like a librarian and wore expensive clothes. She
had just gotten back from Thailand, and she had these photos that showed them
smoking opium with a Thai cook who had cooked it up for them.
It was at this party, I believe, where we snorted a bunch of coke off this girl's
leather mini-skirt. Also, Huncke's partner Louis Cartwright had some coke with
him.
“Louis, give me some coke,” I said. “Front it to me and you know I'll pay
you back.” At the time, I was making money like this and that, but I didn't have
anycashonmerightatthemoment.ButLouiswouldn'tgivemeanycoke.There
were these rich girls there at the party—I think they might have been the same
girls that had come with Johnny Thunders—and they were sitting around at the
party gawking as if they were watching animals in the zoo.
One of the rich girls asked me, “Need some money?”
“No, no, no. I don't need money,” I said, and turned back to Louis. “Louis,
givemesomecoke,man.I'vefrontedmoneyforyoubefore.”Sofinally,afterhe
wouldn't give me any, I just looked at one of the rich girls and said, “Yeah, give
Louis fifty dollars.” Without even blinking, she gave him fifty dollars and Louis
gave me my coke.
In the meantime, Johnny Thunders had crust on his eyelashes and he looked
horrible. He had a sharkskin suit on, and he was sitting there eating chocolate ice
cream on the couch. And suddenly he just rolled off the couch, spilling all this
melted chocolate ice cream all over himself and the floor. They picked him back
up and propped him up like a dummy.
DAVID LAWTON
I happen to be the guy who cleaned up the ice cream! Johnny Thunders was
half-dead. Somehow, he fell into this table, and the table flipped over and the ice
cream went flying. I'm not usually that type, the guy who cleans things up, but
I thought, “Well, I guess, in
this
crowd, I'm the most responsible person!” I was
alreadyirritatedbecauseJohnnyThunderswasjustamess!Andofcourseevery-
one was fawning all over him. Sometimes junkies, you just wanna kill them!
There was more to Thunders' catatonia than heroin. Beneath it all was the secret he had
been hiding from most of his friends: he had leukemia.
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