By the end of ‘92, I had dumped my junkie girlfriend & was trying to stay away from heroin. I ran into Kurt & Courtney at a New Year’s Eve party & went back to their hotel room where I overdosed. There’s nothing like waking up surrounded by paramedics. I stopped hanging around Kurt & Courtney after that, you know, for health reasons. I hardly saw Kurt at all until we joined Nirvana for the first two weeks of the “In Utero” tour. One night a couple of us abandoned our van & rode to the next town on Nirvana’s bus. That night Kurt asked me how I managed to stop doing heroin. I told him that I had wanted to, from the depths of my soul. It wasn’t fun anymore (it hadn’t been fun for a long time), & it was killing me emotionally as well as physically. I guess what I failed to mention was that if you really want to quit, you’ve got to lose all those junkie leeches you call “friends” & you need to dump your junkie wife!