Tommy Lee: "Back then, there were no consequences – excess was a daily thing"

IN THE SUMMER of 1987, Mötley Crüe embarked on a tour of the largest indoors venues in North America. Travelling aboard a private jet, the band were followed by an Excalibur car – license plate: "Dealer" – driven by a drug kingpin with a Rolex on his arm and two working girls by his side. With flourish and fanfare, in each city the unnamed provider would dispense bindles of cocaine to every member of the travelling party. Even by the garish standards of the age, these were not subtle people.