The Bathroom Encounter

I was coaching my student and good friend Slim Whitman the art of yodeling, between recording sessions, when I needed to use the bathroom. While standing at the urinal, I heard a strange sound and perceived an acrid smell coming from one of the stalls. Upon inspection, I came upon Keith Richards lying on the floor with a pint of Rebel Yell in one hand and a Mary Jane in the other. A needle and syringe were hanging from his left forearm. I said, “Is every thing alright here mate?” His answer—“BRILLIANT!?!”