When we arrived at the next hotel, Eddie started asking everybody what my room number was. He didn't know the alias I used when I checked into hotels. The tour manager reached me on the room phone and told me Eddie was looking for me. "Bring that motherfucker over here," I said. "I quit. This is done. I'm going home tomorrow. I'm not going to work with this guy ever again. He's got no respect for anything or anybody. Fuck him. I'm done with this tour."
Eddie apologized, but they kept us apart as much as they could. We flew in different jets. We stayed at different hotels. We had our own limos. They had their bodyguards. Mike and I had ours. I stayed in my own dressing room on the other side of the hall. The only time I saw that guy was when we stepped out onstage.
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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