The first time I did heroin was at the house of Thin Lizzy’s Phil Lynott after a night at the Blitz. He laid out a line of what I thought was coke, but ten minutes later, I was sick. He laughed and told me it was smack. We then snorted heroin and coke all night long, chatting about music while alternately throwing up into a wastepaper basket, our rapid-fire conversation punctuated by the sound of vomiting.
Idol, Billy (2014), Dancing With Myself, New York: Simon & Schuster, S. 120