He had dropped his bad-boy act by 5am. He was a romantic, he admitted. Im a great aficionado of being in love. What frightened him, I wanted to know. Frightens me? he echoed in his gruff voice. Ive answered that before . . . Im trying to remember what I said. Just tell the truth, I told him.
Ohh, he groaned. Growing old. And helpless.
I am generally not one of those people that gets all weepy about celebrities dying. But this one was like a kick in the gut.
Fear, loathing, guns: at home with King Gonzo