Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Blog Tour - Jag by Stevie J. Cole


Jag by Stevie J. Cole Blog Tour Sept. 22nd-30th

"My name's Jag Steele. I’m the lead singer and guitarist to the band Pandemic Sorrow and I have a drug problem – well, I mean it's not really a problem unless you count the fact that I almost made my heart explode from all the blow I shoved up my nose a few weeks back."

That was my introduction during my first stint in rehab. I'm a fuckup. If you ask anybody who I am there’s a list they will go down: Famous, rock star, legend, drug addict, womanizing man-whore… but if you asked me, I wouldn't have the first idea of what to say because I don’t know who Jag Steele is. Really, I’m living every other damn person's dream, and all I want is reality.

Roxy Slade, that girl was my reality. My brutally flawed and beautifully broken reality. And she fucking hated everything I stood for. To her I was just one of “those guys”, and she’d rather be buried alive with poisonous snakes than give someone like me a piece of toilet paper to wipe their ass with. Brutal - Life. Is. Brutal. And it is just a giant pain in the ass, which is why I chase after anything to make it numb, anything that can fill this void. I just want anything that can make me not feel.

4 Star Review 

I started reading Jag and to tell you the truth Jag is a total ASS!! But he had his moments showing he was real butcared about was Cocaine and didn't care for all his fame. The drug use was over the top but Stevie told the truth and wrote about the real side about Addiction. That is ugly and can ruin everything. 

" I was to weak for fame, but she didn't care. She broke me, and I tried to let drugs mend me."-Jag

I didn't know if I would like this book for the 10 ten chapters or show but until he meet fierce but Broken Roxy Slade. She despised everything Jag stood for but she couldn't stay away from Jagger. The real Jagger drew her in but she was afraid that his life style would spit her out as fast as she came in. 

" Broken?" I laughed. " Nah, Princess. I'm a shattered fucking mess."-Jag

But with her past hell that Drugs led Roxy life she loved Jagger but not Jag with his drugs. On cocaine Jag was everything a rockster was supposed to be with Roxy Jagger was everything he wanted to be. 

"We're both chasing something that'll kill us in the end, Jag. You're chasing after unending high. And I'm- well, I guess as much as I fucking hate to admit it. I'm chasing after you."- Roxy

But Roxy couldn't save Jag only Jagger could save Jag. But thru the mess that Jag life has become and the past coming into his future can everything come into focus or everything completely go to hell. 

I would love to read the books if the involve Jagger band mates Rush, Stone and Pax they all have very instresting story to tell. But Jag story is telling a story of the true side of addiction. Even on top of the world who thinks that he can control his love Cocaine but in the end will love be enough for him to choose it over the Cocaine. Jag also battles demons and the demon it self trying to overcome addiction to live a life of sobriety.



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“Well,” she said, “you’re clean now. That’s amazing. You’ve been clean for – how long now?”
Just talking about those drugs had made my mouth water. Every fiber inside my body was twitching, thinking about how good it would feel to just get something in my system. My heart was banging against my chest with anger, with the need for something that would cut the pain of being sober right out of my life.

Forcing a smile so it would appear I really was proud, I said, “Six months.” I knew I was lying, I knew it had only been two weeks ago that I had gone through an eight ball of coke, and I had just drank myself into a stupor the night before, but other than those two times, I really had been sober – I think.

Brittney beamed, relieved that part of the interview was over with. “That’s awesome, Jag. You are such an inspiration. Addiction is a hard battle to win, and to see you doing it is wonderful. I’m sure many of your fans find strength hearing you say that.”

I hated hearing that. I despised that somehow, for some unknown fucking reason, people still looked up to me. No matter what mess I got into, people still wanted to be me. Liars like me shouldn’t be role models, but that’s what happens when you’re a celebrity – regardless of how worthy you are, you become an idol.

I was too weak for fame, but she didn’t care. She broke me, and I tried to let drugs mend me. While it numbed the pain and may have held the pieces together in a nice little package, I was deteriorating on the inside, and it was only a matter of time before it would all crumble to a pile of shit. In the beginning I’d thought fame was as close to being a mortal god as you could get, and in some ways I was right. The thing I had no idea about was my ability to handle this fucking double-edged sword. I like to think of fame as a metamorphosis. You get all wrapped up in it, almost like a cocoon, and the way I emerged from it was like that moth from Silence of the Lambs, with the stamp of death and destruction all over me. I had no idea how to handle fame, so, unfortunately, fame handled me.


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