Taking drugs across borders is frowned upon. Tommy Lee explains how the Crue mangaged to get it done.
“I never put it in or on my body,” Lee says. “On the ground, if you’re on your tour bus… in the back [there’s a vent] almost like an emergency exit. As soon as we’d stop and pull into immigration, we’d pop the top, nice and slow, take everything, put it up on the roof of the bus and close the ventilation. Dog, immigration dudes come through the bus, ‘Alright, all good. See you guys later.’ As soon as the fuckin’ bus door shut, pop that up and pull it in.”
As for airplanes, Lee explains “The airplane, same deal. On an airplane you’ve got your headliner upholstery. We’d take fuckin’ cocaine, whatever it was, do as much as we could before we get there, whatever’s left we’d stick… above my seat, for some reason, there was a little fuckin’ rip in the headliner, so we’d fuckin’ get the fuckin’ bag of blow and just really crank it down as little as we could and fuckin’ just get it up inside the headliner with a little piece of double-sided tape. You couldn’t tell.”
“I’m sitting there, dude… poo poo in my pants. Just like, ‘Oh my god, oh my god.’ Just freaked out that the [drug-sniffing] dog’s gonna fuckin’ come stop and then jump on my lap and then fuckin’ [find the drugs]. We pulled that off several times and never got busted.”
Lee recently sobered up after a bad bout with alcohol. ‘You know what? I don’t want to live like that anymore. I want to have a lot of play and be fucked up and stupid and all that shit.’ So, in this particular instance, I had been home… I had all this time at home, not touring, just being at home. I did what I told you. I just enjoyed being home. I literally did nothing. I would just float around drink and just fucking drink.”
“…I just realized, ‘Whoa dude, you’re drinking enough to like, you could probably die.’ And it wasn’t even fazing me… I just became sort of immune to it.”