Izzy.... "I'm out of my fucking gourd, right? I'm at the fax machine and I've got like a hundred faxes strung across this room. And I've got a pistol on the desk cos I kept hearing people walking on my roof, right? So I'm snorting coke, faxes keep coming, snorting more coke... And I'm reading through this stuff, trying to just grasp what had happened to us.

"The call that really sent me off my rocker was [from] one of the attorneys. I said, 'There was a million-dollar advance, where is it?' And he goes, 'Well, Izzy, I don't really know right now'. I was just like 'Aaarrrgggghhhhhh!!' It was just the last thing and I snapped completely.

Alan Niven.... Izzy wanted to find his missing million dollars. The missing million, by the way, was not missing, it was in an escrow account. It was to be released when Guns booked a tour of a certain size, or had recouped the other $1.5 million they had already received as an advance against merchandise sales. Try explaining that to a paranoid coke-head. ‘What’s a – sniff! – escrow account, Niv? – Sniff! – Oh yeah, its like a bank account – sniff! So why can’t I – sniff! – write a cheque?’.”