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“It's weird, I was such a survivor and so wanted to be a part of life while I was trying to snuff out the life that was inside of me. I had this duality of trying to kill myself with drugs, then eating really good food and exercising and going swimming and trying to be a part of life. I was always going back and forth on some level.”

Book:Scar Tissue

Work

Scar Tissue

Anthony Kiedis, the lead vocalist of the Red Hot Chili Peppers, shares his personal journey through the rock and roll world, candidly discussing his experiences with drug addiction, the formation of his band, and the complexities of fame. The book offers an intimate look into the life of a rock star, from his childhood in the suburbs of Los Angeles to the heights of international stardom. more

Author

Anthony Kiedis

Anthony Kiedis, born on November 1, 1962, is a renowned American singer-songwriter. He is a founding member of the Red Hot Chili Peppers and is known for his distinctive voice and energetic stage presence. more

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Author:Shel Silverstein

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Author:Richard Paul Evans

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