A treasure trove.....and the Go Button
Tonight I accidentally stumbled upon a small treasure trove of old FCDC stories ya may not have heard.
But first, a bit of background. My brother was on staff during roughly the same time I was involved but left about a year before me. I don't know how he managed to tear himself away from the unbearable hours, low pay, and ghetto like living conditions, but he did.
I found ESMB last November and I think I've mentioned about four times to my brother that I was posting and reading on this message board where ex scios can talk about the whole experience. Up until tonight, every time I mentioned it I would get something like this. "You fuckin' dudes gotta get a life." or "get over it." Well for some reason, tonight I must have hit his GO BUTTON and I couldn't shut him up. I think the mention of rats and and cock roaches got him going but I can't be sure.
In the interest of brevity, and since I hate long posts I'll just tell you one and probe him for more later.
I know many of you have been puzzled for the last 35 years about why Louie Bellucci walked with a limp and a cane. It seems that Louie was a drummer and he was coming home from a gig one night and was carrying some weed in a glass container in his pocket. I guess baggies weren't invented at the time. It's not known who was driving, but the car he was in was involved in an accident, the glass shattered, cut his leg and a staph infection followed, which all the kings men and all of the auditing couldn't handle. It didn't even help that he was good friends with "the old man." And you thought his only talent was borrowing cab fare from staff who had less money than him.
Now you know the rest of the story.
Stay tuned, moar stories about rats, roaches, junkies, whores and the Tours Course in LA.