One of the greatest quotes by the most hardy man in rock. After being arrested in Toronto for drug possession.

“I don’t have a problem with drugs, I have a problem with policemen”
-keith Richards

Long live the Stones

I remember back in the Late Seventies when I decided I was going to be just like that cool Keith Richards guy. Next thing I knew it was the early Nineties and I was flat broke, so depressed I could barely speak, and everybody hated my guts.

Lobster sounds like one of those idiots who only has a major problem with drugs that the government says are bad for you. I bet his medicine cabinet is filled with anti depressants and his liquor cabinet is stocked.

Heroin is a wonderful drug. Leave Keith alone. It’s not his fault pussies can’t handle their shit, OD, and die. There is a such thing as being a responsible user.

man, he still has all of his hair……

Lobsters, wrong web site man.
Best of luck.

I personally like to take a brand new parmesean cheese container, empty it out, and replace that cheese with delicious Nose Candy. I then split my time between eating Alfredo every meal, and kapping chinskes right into the darding.

Attention Keith: I formally invite you to a jam in my house studio in Forest Hills, NY – we could light up the quality Sensi that doesn’t mess with the head, it just works the body, Mon… I have an extra guitar for you, if you need… We jam some reggae music – look me up under JewishRastaVibrations

Jews and reggae don’t mix stupid!

Tell that to Matisyahu…

Exactly my point biatch.

Drugs always effct your brain thats why we feel good, sudden Dopamine increase is fantastic. Just unbalanced Dopamines are kinda sad. Its not 71 man we cant go back.

Not that I was alive at all in 71 but I hear things.

he still a junkie like 70´s

KEITH IS GOD! I don’t believe in abusing drugs, but he made it….er…kinda cool! The ultimate rockstar…long live KEEF!

Oh, gee, sorry, guys! Boy, am I a jerk – Discouraging kids from getting loaded! Have a good time with that heroin, boys!

As if any of you nerds have even touched heroin. If you had, you wouldn’t being singing its glory.

I don’t know…I guess I kind of think some people can handle certain things, due to good genes/rock-solid constitution/luck or some combination thereof (case in point: Keith Richards) and others are going to fall by the wayside or worse (case in point: Brian Jones). I just hope I’m not opening that whole can of worms and inviting posts from Bri-idolaters who think either 1) Poor angelic little Bri was done in by big bad evil Mick’n'Keef or, worse 2) Bri was actually murdered; I don’t believe either. As for the whole drug subject, I think it’s a bore, but then I don’t do any of the illegals or smoke tobacco, rarely have a beer or a glass of wine (once or twice a month tops), and my consumption of non-prescriptions is confined to caffeine (lots) and the occasional Advil. I do think drugs should be legal and regulated/taxed, like the legal drugs (tobacco and alcohol) and that the war on drugs is wrong and misguided and cruel. And I still think the Stones are the world’s best rock ‘n’ roll band and Keef is way cool but I’m not him and wouldn’t/couldn’t live his lifestyle. Sincerely, mackb

This whole drug talk is not as fun as it once was. Especially when people get cocky attitudes about “man youve never shot scag you have no idea…” who cares. It shouldnt be called recreational drug use it should be called private drug use. Then people wouldnt care about whose done what unless trhey had a personal relationship.

Fuck that talk about how Richards has made it this far because he has such a “solid constitution” or whatever. He’s still alive because he is RICH. For every dollar he’s spent on heroin or coke he’s spent ten on Doctors, Nurses, and Hospitals. If the Stones had never made it big he would have wound up as dead as Johnny Thunders.
One last thing about your silly idol – He sleeps in a diaper.

He was either drunk as hell at the show last night or the drugs have permanently messed him up… I’m guessing both.

A weird comment from a guy who had every drop of his blood transfused.

He didn’t have his blood transfused. thats a rumor, and you have to be an idiot to believe that that could be possible. He still drinks and smokes weed by the way…

Drugs aint gonna kill Keith. Cigarettes most certainly will, however.

Screw the smack and the crack! Psychedelics have always [since antiquity] been where it’s at.

Kief’s been beating the “dead pool” for years. Play the blues, son…

Keith cannot be killed by conventional methods.

Theres no such thing as being a responsible heroin user…I laugh at these guys posting away pretending to be junkies. If you had a real true heroin habit you’d probably have sold that computer down at the pawn shop awhile ago. I’ve never met a responsible smack head in my entire life and I cant think of anyone else who has either…drugs of that nature will catch up to you. Guys like Keith and Iggy have a mixture of constitution and pure luck.

Drugs will get Keith. Cigarettes are drugs. Alcohol is a drug, as well.

However, “Drugs” will get Eddie sooner.

Cigarettes, alcohol, possibly coke/meth. That’s at least 2.

Wow Jeff, Alchol is a drug as well? How enlightening. You are all idiots and it all comes down to the might dollar on why Keith is still alive….the end. Anyone who thinks differently either isn’t an addict or loves Bush.

Actually my uncle is a musician who’s been a junkie for over 30 years, I’ve lost friends to drugs (not just including the drugs of alcohol and tobacco), and you’re a bad judgemental person.

this man is an artist…he uses drugs to confront the fucked up ways of our days…we’re lucky we have people who are as mentally strong as keith, taking their brain to the edge of concsiousness so we don’t have to, learning things about the invisible realm and transmitting them to us. if you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen.

wow keith kicks kick ass you guys suck. Drugs do take a toll on your body but you only live once. show some damns respect for a kickass guitarist who, although he apprently “can’t think straight” can play guitar better than ANY musician under 40

The Stones are a mess. Keith and Ronnie are both off of the wagon. You wonder how they can get up there one stage anymore…

This is my only chance to retaliate against the Rolling Stones band. That last record was alost as bad as every other toes record. Like they played Street Fightig man on the radio, here the DJs are so smarts. And wanted me to think about Mann Street there in Hyde Park, but I gotta tell you that it’s been taken over. Mitchell Street area has been. Some drug lawyers moved in. Taxi lawyers, Geek real estate. There’s a reason I don’t really enjoy the rollin stones all that much. I mean it’s not listen at home stuff really, and that song about Burnside area was good I noticed it recently.
But the way I feel now is too hard to handle. I mean I’d stay away from that type sleepy time stuff. What are drugs? Anyway?
“been kidnapped & held hostage” is how I feel now.

street fighting man, because 60s hyde park mann streetl; royal ave 400 feet down Mitchell Street; now France new socialist candidate for President 2008. Book was a tool to get the answer. Ganser syndrome. Opposite me now is shop called ZIMMER, so it’s zimmerman. don’t believe it.

Hail, Hail, Rock & Roll…Long live Chuck Berry’s godson

Brian Jones

It was Friday, the best
School day of the week, when I soaked my head
In Vitalis, wore
Nice clothes. It was a-1969 (OK?),
Fall, when I
Accidentally made a mouth in my ankle.

Mom didn’t like the mouth in my ankle. She dropped her
Lit cigarette in the car,
Pulled alongside the road.

Sixteen, eight years older than me,
A musician like myself,
Diabetic Jim,
Who lived across the street, listened to Honky Tonk Woman,
Mick Jagger, who sounded old,
Like a man.

Jim wanted me to touch his dick.
I did, after much persistence from him.

The following Wednesday, I
Bought Through the Past Darkly
For $4.99, at the drug store.
Where did I get the money?

Thursday morning was gray. I
Didn’t feel OK.
But I felt much better at lunchtime.

Mom was home so I went home for lunch.
I left the house to return to school. I
Got inside the bushes
By my parents’ bedroom window,
Took a piss, observed the foam. I
Crept back inside the house.
Mom was in bed, watching TV. I sat
In my favorite chair,
The one that rocked,
Made noise, got mom’s attention.

The following Friday, mom’s
Suicidal buddy was wheeled in as my stitches were removed

i dont know if i am in the right place but i found an old rolling stones album that is in a blank jacket inside is a picture and play list “live from madison square garden 1972″ the label is plain white with “side 1″ and “side 2″ hand writen with a black marker. did they actualy sell these at the concert or what could it be

Straight up; keith’s riiight. Dope ain’t what it used to be. That fine mix of powder, diluted with water and cooked. Plunged into the pit with three fingers and yassuh- stomach turns good and the dope streams over your chest and into your face. Your rushing now…your fixed. And the junk is in your head and your head is finally free of all this street-life misery; and as you light that cigarette you aint feelin’ no regret cause now your body’s warmly cloaked in a warm and weightless coat called Heroin. That is how it “used to be” never mind them girls from PR, no one’s dyin’ ta meet u. ‘Cept ole King Heroin. He’s just ’round the corner dying to greet you….
And by the way, Does Keith have Hep C? Oh well, I do, so boo hoo hoo………..bye!

Some of you talk about Heroin like it’s a badge of honor. It’s nothing but pain and misery