Shaun Attwood

You ain't joining our gang.

So he's really cruel.

I splintered off from the sweats to hang out with Wildman.

I was two years older than him, which is a lot when you're a school kid.

So I took him under my wing.

That was before he just grew.

I mean, when he died, he was 29 and a half stone and six foot two, which is like 29 and a half stone.

Stone is like 14 pounds.

So I get him a house show in central Phoenix near the George and Dragon British pub, thinking he'll chill out with the expats and have a Guinness.

i'm still working as a stockbroker me and my girlfriend go over there a month or so after he's arrived and a bunch of mexicans answer the door let's say where's peter and they're like peter there's no peter here i said yeah peter he lives here where's peter and they start to get a bit sketchy with us and display guns so me and my girlfriend start backtracking across the road well man just strides over the road all smiles

Like, what's going on with your place?

We could have got shot there, Peter.

And he's like, oh, don't worry about it.

They're the local crack dealers.

They like to move around a lot.

So I'm letting them stay in my place.

And they're giving me as much free crack as I can do.

I can do $100 crack rock in one breath.

And it goes sizzle, sizzle, sizzle.

And it calms down my red dots.