November 1975:
''Joanie, I'm leaving your mother.'' My fathers voice hung in the air when he went out of the door. I knew he never came back. My mother sat on a chair and cried. ''I can't deal with this anymore Joan. I gotta leave for a while. I'm going to take Jim and Anne with me.'' Jim and Anne was my brother and sister. I was gonna miss them a lot, but maybe it was a good idea, that they left town with mom for a little while? Mom and dad have been fighting a lot lately, so in that time I had been taking care of Jim and Anne, and I was tired of it! I was 15, and all I wanted to do, was to go to the Sugar Shack and listen to some good rock n' roll. And that was excatly what I was gonna do tonight. Mom kept asking me to stay home, and say goodbye. She had decided that they were going to leave that night, but nothing and nobody should stop me from going to that club! It was the only home I had. It was the only place, I was happy. The only place I called my home. I knew it was a bit drastic, but I literally didn't belong where, I lived. Everything made me so damn angry! I went into my little messy room. I'm not normally a person who cries a lot, but that night, I had tears in my eyes. How in the fucked up world, could this, son of a bitch, leave my mother? I wiped the tears away. I wasen't a fucking screaming baby! I took my leather jacket and my Suzi Quatro platform shoes on, and left for a good night with good music on the Shack.
''Hey do you want a quaalude?'' A stoned dude asked. ''Sure, anytime.'' I answered. He gave me a couple, and left. I swallowed them dry, all at once. I was going to get so fucking stoned, that I couldn't stand on my legs anymore.
I was walking through the club, bored, when I saw a girl sitting in a corner smoking a cigarette. That reminded me that I needed new cigarettes. I decided to go over to her and ask if the seat next to her, was taken. She said no, and I sat down. ''Hi I'm Joan, Joan Jett.'' I said, to get a conversation started. ''Hi Joan, my name is Cherie, Cherie Currie.'' the girl said. Cherie, I thought. What a pretty name. I didn't say it though. We began talking. She had a cool taste in... Everything! Suddently she asked me if I did coke. I did anything, so I said yes and we agreed to take a line or two. She went out to get it. She said she knew some friends who could supply her cheap. When she was away, I thought about her. She was beautiful, had big blue eyes and short Bowie alike hair. I liked her.
When she came back, I laid two lines of blow. One for her, and one for me. We decided to compete about who could snort it the fastest. ''One, two, three, go!'' she snorted it faster than me. She must have practiced. ''I won!'' she slurred. I just agreed. We tried again.
Wow she got high pretty fast! Already after a couple of lines, she was totally fucked! ''C'mon! Let's go to the bathroom! There is not as much noise!'' I yelled. She was so high, that I had to praticually drag her with me. She couldn't walk.
When we got out on the bathroom it was fucking dirty. There were mud and drugs everywhere! Cherie sat down on the dirty floor, and dragged me down, with her. She made me laugh by saying all kinds of drugged up stuff. God I wanted to kiss her! That could make her shut up, so I stayed quiet for some time, and she looked a me. She was so hot! I laid her down on the dirty floor and kissed her. She kissed back like a dream, only a little bit passionated and very softly. Suddently she took crontrol and pushed me against the wall. Wow, I didn't expect that! We had our hands all over our bodies and we were all sweaty and uncontrolable. She didn't look as scared as I thought she would be.
A couple of hours later, we woke up, naked, all curled up in each other on the Shack's bathroom floor.
