Eddie never bothered to unpack. He was always pulling clothes out, finding something halfway clean but wrinkled. I found all this kind of humorous, like, "Far out, these guys really don't care." I thought that was pretty cool. I came from a different world, Betsy's world. My clothes were pressed. My socks were ironed, folded and put in the closet. I was actually wearing a suit -- Armani linen jacket and slacks, T-shirt and tennis shoes, kind of Miami Vice.
From the forthcoming book RED: My Uncensored Life in Rock by Sammy Hagar. Copyright © 2011 by Sammy Hagar. To be published on March 15, 2011 by IT Books, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers.
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