An outstanding ad for drug-quitting. There is only pure pain the drug-abusing produces and it's surely no fun as it's supposed to be. It's hard to watch this biography holding a clam, outside-observing, indifferent attitude. Cuz as the audience, I have already known that this accident was a well-organized loop intending to strip Thunders' money off, also his mathadone supply. And all the personages presented in the film, the butler and the maid of the hotel, the receptionist in the hospital, the mother-fucking dealer, they showed a cold face to Thunders' struggling, and were unconscious or unwilling to throw a rope to the poor drowning guy in his abyss. Just like the scripts screenwriter summarized and performed by the actor: this ride comes at a price, and billy (the drummer of NY Dolls died in 1971 by OD) bought himself an one-way ticket that he never came back. He came to warn me, but now is my turn. You would get no respect till death. Keep away from the drugs, cuz YOLO.