And, looking back on it, that was probably the worst possible decision we could’ve made. LOL. Once Debbie got on the bus, that’s when shit really hit the fan, because like, apparently she was itching to get back to her glory days too, and so the two of them just started enabling each other like crazy. If I had paid a little more attention to that part of the Thunderbums story—like, if I had read through some of the biographies or watched some of the documentaries—I probably would’ve known that what we were doing was stupid, but at the time it felt like: If anyone can slow Chris down, it’s his wife.

And, you know, the tour basically came to a screeching halt when we were playing a show in Tampa, and Chris was late for the sound check again—this had been happening pretty much the entire time we were on the road—and at this point, like, me and Trick were fucking fed up with it, you know? We were at the end of our rope. And so I was just like: Whatever, I’m going to the fucking hotel and I’m getting that motherfucker and I’m bringing him to sound check. LOL. I was becoming a pretty angry person on that tour.

And so I go to the hotel, and like, I knock on Chris’s door, and obviously there’s no answer, so I call downstairs to the front desk, and I’m like: I need you to come unlock this shit. And they resisted a bit, but I was like: I paid for these rooms, they’re all technically my rooms, open it. And they did. And I went inside, and Chris’s room was just a mess—I mean, every place we stayed, Chris and Debbie would just trash it completely. It was really disrespectful. There were bottles all over the place, and like, fast-food wrappers, and pills, and I think Chris must have peed on the couch, because the whole place smelled like piss—and the whole time I was in there, I was calling out like: CHRIS? DEBBIE? WAKE UP, GUYS! IT’S TIME FOR SOUND CHECK! But I wasn’t getting any answer. And so, finally, I made my way into the bathroom, and at first I didn’t see them in there, but then I finally looked down at the floor, and I saw the two of them, like, slumped over on top of each other, leaning up against the shower, passed out with needles in their fucking arms.

And that’s when I decided to pull the plug. I called an ambulance and had them rushed to the hospital, and I checked them into a rehab facility, and I called Chris’s assistant to make sure the kids were being taken care of, and Trick and I just played the rest of the shows without him. We just kicked Chris off the tour. I mean, we were getting toward the end of the American leg anyway, so most of the people we were gonna be playing for at that point didn’t really give a shit about Chris—you know, he wasn’t that big of a deal in Japan—but the whole thing was just really fucking harrowing.