Eventually, I landed in a rehab facility, but I was so f- -ked up that I didn’t know where I was.
So call the cops or shoot me in the back, but I’m going to save my friend’s life.” It was unbelievable.
I could tell he had been drinking, but he had the kind of buzz that brings out courage, the truth-serum buzz.
I checked out of the hotel, and the bill must have been 300 grand.
Finally, after the last line of coke was snorted, I walked up and pounded on the Promises gate.