Like, "Wow, you got a car? Motherfucker, I wanna cool car, too! How much was it?" Todd also gave me a barometer for what could be. I loved hanging with roadies like Todd because they were more fun than the "artists." They knew the truth about the "legends" they worked for, and they had an unpretentious take on the whole "sex and drugs and rock and roll" world we lived in. Todd was Patti's roadie, and later became her road manger. He was someone I enjoyed bumping into on the scene. And it foreshadowed Sid's death from a heroin overdose a few month's later, which many saw as the death of punk. The fight between Sid and Todd was one of those incidents that illustrated the antagonism at the time between English and American punks. The fight at Hurrah was a little known bit of rock and roll trivia, and I thought it was important to the story Gillian and I were trying to tell, since it caused Sid's bail to be revoked and sent him back to his jail cell in Riker's Island, the infamous prison complex in the middle of the East River. I needed to interview him, too, because Todd had gotten into a fight with Sid Vicious at the Hurrah nightclub the day Sid was released on bail for the murder of Nancy Spungen. Besides being cool with Patti, I was also friendly with her brother, Todd Smith, who worked as Patti's roadie and was one the guys I drank with at CBGB and the Mudd Club. But there was also another reason I went to Detroit.
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