1991.06.05 - Richfield Coliseum, Richfield, USA

On the Guns N’ Roses tour, they had the MGM Grand plane as a mode of transportation. I had asked Axl many times, “Hey dude, can I come on the plane? Can I come on the plane? Seriously, can I come on the plane?!?!” “No, no, no, no, and no,” I would always get told. “I really want to get on the fucking plane with you guys!” “No.”

One day, after a gig, I went out to the fence where all the fans are standing. Looking for some weed. I asked a hundred or so people, “Any of you guys got any weed?” This was in Toledo, Ohio. I remember distinctly. A couple days after the St. Louis riot. Nobody had any weed that day in Toledo. Then, some guy said, “Hey, I don’t have any weed, but I got this.” I go, “What’s that?” “It’s opium.” I had never seen opium in my life, and I have not seen it since that day. I said, “What the fuck is opium?” I didn’t know what it looked like, or what you even did with it. Smoke it? Shoot it? Snort it? I didn’t know. But since there was no weed, I was willing to find out. […] Inside was a round ball of dark goo-like substance that he told me was pure opium. I said, “Sure, I’ll take that, dude,” and gave him a couple backstage passes. […]

Saw Axl that night backstage. “Hey dude, can I come on the plane, man?? Seriously! I think we would have fun.” “No, Baz, you still can’t come on the plane.” “Come on, Axl, please let me come on the plane, dude, for reals.” “No, I really don’t think it’s a good idea, Baz. Sorry, maybe tomorrow.” “You know what?” “What?” “I just got this big fucking huge ball of opium.” “Hey Baz.” “What?” “Get on the fuckin’ plane.”