“When I was 12, [a] big muscular guy, a high school senior… [who] rode the bus with me every day to school… invited me to his house. The dude raped me. It was quick, not pleasant. I was too scared to tell anyone. ‘Tell anyone,’ he warned, ‘and you’ll never have another friend in this school. I’ll ruin your fuckin’ reputation.’ … This is a memory I suppressed until only a few years ago when, in rehab, it came flooding back. Therapy will do that to you.”
This? Is totally why I’d never want to do therapy for anything, I don’t think. All those repressed memories; that’s some scary business. I mean, nothing scarringly bad has ever happened to me (thankfully, and to my knowledge, anyway), and if I’m a well-adjusted person that just does not remember these kind of horrors, trust me when I say: I do not want to, thanks.
Scott Weiland opens up in a new book, Not Dead and Not For Sale, where he recounts his childhood abuse, talks STP, what it was like being a part of Velvet Revolver, and how he adamantly DID NOT SLEEP WITH COURTNEY LOVE.
I generally don’t read celebrity memoirs, because I think most of them are overblown, self-righteous BS, but I think I’d be interested in checking out Scott’s. So, yo, Scott’s PR team – if you’re reading this, hook a sister up and send me a copy. I’ll do a review or something. If it doesn’t totally suck, anyway.
Raped at 12? Yeah, my ass.
I kill me….
how he adamantly DID NOT SLEEP WITH COURTNEY LOVE.
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I think I’d rather be raped.