Mick Jagger Lives

“Listen man,” said a very Southern hip but definitely fictitious vioce, “there’s somethin’ you oughta know about the Stones ...”

Oh god, another dude who knows somebody who knows somebody who knows Mick who said, that he would do an interview and did we want it for CREEM . . . But no . . .

“Sure, what’s going on? Riot last night? They didn’t show?”

“Naw, man, this is heavy. Look, uh . . . well, shit, I might as well tell you in front. See, I was s’posed to assassinate Jagger. Now wait, I know what that sounds like but 1 swear it IS true.”

“Well, how can I check it out?”

“That’s just it, you can’t. And I’m not even giving you a nickname. Nothin’ man. You can take this scoop, and get on the presses with it, and just in general deal with the fucker or you can bag it, Jack.”

I had to stop to think. Well, he could be lying ... he probably is . . . but it’s his dime, not mine. Might as well hear it out.

“O.K. What’s the deal? What does ‘I was supposed to assasssinate’ mean, pal?”