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I MEAN WHO IS THIS CHICK AND WHAT THE HELL DOES SHE KNOW ABOUT LAYNE&#8217;S RECLUSIVE LIFE? NOTHING.<br \/>\nI&#8217;D BE INTERESTED TO SEE WHAT SHE THOUGHT SHE KNEW OR FOUND OUT. I ASSUME IT WAS NEVER RELEASED SINCE THIS IS AN OLD ARTICLE AND I&#8217;VE NEVER HEARD ANYTHING ABOUT IT.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.rememberlayne.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/Bullshit-.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-559\" title=\"Bullshit\" src=\"http:\/\/www.rememberlayne.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/Bullshit--300x222.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"222\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.rememberlayne.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/Bullshit--300x222.jpg 300w, http:\/\/www.rememberlayne.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/Bullshit-.jpg 600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I think it&#8217;s total crap her trying to make people think she had some secret relationship with Layne complete garbage.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s pretty funny because if you visit her website <a href=\"http:\/\/itchlovestoriesaboutheroin.synthasite.com\/\">http:\/\/itchlovestoriesaboutheroin.synthasite.com\/<\/a> and you click on the link called\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/thehorsechronicles.tripod.com\/\">The Horse Chronicles<\/a> it brings you to her Financial Advisor website with a picture of her and\u00a0Russel\u00a0Brand?.. so I guess being an author didn&#8217;t work out so she thought she&#8217;d try her hand at giving advice on money?<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.rememberlayne.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/vece.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-thumbnail wp-image-1023 alignright\" style=\"border-image: initial; border-width: 3px; border-color: black; border-style: solid;\" title=\"vece\" src=\"http:\/\/www.rememberlayne.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/06\/vece-200x200.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"200\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Apparently the only people writing about Staley are an Argentine named *<a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/s?ie=UTF8&amp;search-type=ss&amp;index=books&amp;field-author=Adriana%20Rubio&amp;page=1\">Adriana Rubio<\/a> and her friend, *<a href=\"http:\/\/profile.myspace.com\/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendID=14338923\">Tanya Vece<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p><em>Itch<\/em>, credited to Vece, will focus on Staley&#8217;s &#8220;last five years of reclusive life&#8221; and apparently pull from a last-days phone interview between Staley and <em><strong><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\">Rubio<\/span><\/strong><\/em>.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Here&#8217;s the article&#8230;<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>LAYNE STALEY Book &#8216;Itch, Love Stories About Heroin&#8217; Due In April &#8211; Oct. 10, 2008<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/legacy.roadrunnerrecords.com\/blabbermouth.net\/news.aspx?mode=Article&amp;newsitemID=106597\">http:\/\/legacy.roadrunnerrecords.com\/blabbermouth.net\/news.aspx?mode=Article&amp;newsitemID=106597<\/a><\/p>\n<p><strong> <\/strong><a href=\"http:\/\/itchlovestoriesaboutheroin.synthasite.com\/index.php\">http:\/\/itchlovestoriesaboutheroin.synthasite.com\/index.php<\/a>\u00a0 (her website)<\/p>\n<p>A new book based on late ALICE IN CHAINS singer Layne Staley&#8217;s last five years of reclusive life in downtown Seattle is scheduled for release in late 2008. Entitled &#8220;Itch, Love Stories about Heroin&#8221;, the book &#8220;will reveal some secrets about the singer, as well as offer an inside look at his addiction and struggles with heroin,&#8221; according to a press release.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">&#8220;It will be a struggle to finish the book,&#8221; author *Tanya Vece said. &#8220;It will be like closing a chapter on his life, and mine \u2014 not for good but I think saying what he would want to have said.&#8221;<\/span><\/p>\n<p>According to the press release, &#8220;Staley did call in an interview to Vece&#8217;s friend author Adriana Rubio about a month before his passing. Weak and coughing, Staley wasn&#8217;t ready to comment on his reclusive life, but did talk briefly about his fight with drugs.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Everyone knows he was addicted,&#8221; *Vece stated. &#8220;I want to talk about who he was, and get to the real Layne \u2014 addiction and art.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><em><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">When asked on her connection to Staley, Vece said &#8220;Let me just say there are some things I won&#8217;t expand on \u2014 some things even I will keep secret!&#8221; (so lame)<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p>Tanya Vece is the current editor of independent art e-zine The Horse Chronicles. She has three other fictional independent books out and is an honoree of the International Press Academy. Her recent accomplishments include press coverage through CNN for the Democratic debate in Las Vegas.<\/p>\n<h2><strong>EXCERPT FROM THE BOOK<\/strong><\/h2>\n<p><strong>FOUND ON HER WEBSITE<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>An excerpt from Itch. Love stories about Heroin.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p>I highlighted some of the <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">most ridiculous lines in red<\/span> so you might not have to read the whole dribble&#8230;it&#8217;s such crap. I don&#8217;t want to torture you more then\u00a0necessary&#8230;<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">I remembering walking through a dark hallway and people looked like demons. Their faces were gone, removed from the world, and looking into another one. <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Everyone\u2019s skin seemed to be on the verge of melting as their eyes were lit with an ominous green glow. They were hyper and distant. They were also ready to kill, hungry for something beyond the taste of blood.<\/span> They all looked like they were <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">awakened zombies<\/span>, trying to <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">recapture their youth<\/span> in this <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">underground melting pot of demons, fairies, and sleepwalkers<\/span> who just wanted to waste away beneath the Earth\u2019s surface.<br \/>\nAs we headed down the stairs, the volume of the <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">techno house music<\/span> raved through my ears and pulsated in my veins. It overtook me like a tidal wave. He grabbed my arm while leading the way past a sea of people dancing to the same beat. They all looked drugged, numb to each other yet amazingly moving together in sync. Multi-colored lights scanned the pulsating blanket of the beings in search of someone not moving. The lights flashed and spun, chasing hips that were loosing momentum in this dance that blurred the line <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">between feeling alive and allowing oneself to be dead to the world.<\/span><br \/>\n*<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">\u201cThis is new my thing. This is where I have been at lately\u201d<\/span> Layne yelled at me. <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">People were starting to strip off their clothes ,while others sprayed water into the crowd from embellished tanks on plastic guns.<\/span><br \/>\nI moved with him, <em>feeling more and more<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"> evil<\/span> with every <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">self indulging<\/span> twaddle motion of my weightless arms<\/em>. The air was overly humid and infused with sweat. All of us, packed together in this <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><strong>basement<\/strong><\/span> like sardines, moved together as one. I could feel the music transforming me into an abstract version of myself. As the lights glazed over me, up and down, right to left , and all around -I could feel my eyes transitioning from <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">morbid blue<\/span> to a drunk with <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">envy green<\/span>.<br \/>\nAll of us were <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">outcasts<\/span>, out of sorts, out of our minds and some of us on the verge of being out of our bodies. It was a <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">tragically fantastic<\/span> place to be.<br \/>\n*<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Layne and I circled the room, on the train of unwinding souls with no real destination.<\/span> All of us just stuck in our places, like the repetitive pace of the blaring bass in the background. As people bobbed and swayed, someone from the outside could have described this place as <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">hell on Earth<\/span>. <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">Drugs, alcohol and relishing in sin<\/span> were all staple crops in this rhythm nation. The best part was <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">not one person gave a damn<\/span> as every-ones eyes were <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">dilated<\/span> with an oblivious craving to never loose the taste of this <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">parallel universe<\/span>.<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">*Layne started to <strong>throw up blood on the floor<\/strong> , <strong>tipping his hat to himself while laughing away the pain in his stomach<\/strong>.<\/span> The music was becoming louder as horns drilled into the stagnate drum beats that were now screwing the room. Nothing was stopping this party, this was happening before we entered and would continue on far after we left. Being sick here was not an option. <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">I just kept spinning, moving faster and faster trying to create a dizzying blur that would allow me to <strong>ignore<\/strong> his illness<\/span> and my own slow collapse.<\/p>\n<p><script async src=\"\/\/pagead2.googlesyndication.com\/pagead\/js\/adsbygoogle.js\"><\/script><br \/>\n<!-- rememberlayne top post 2 --><br \/>\n<ins class=\"adsbygoogle\"\n     style=\"display:inline-block;width:468px;height:15px\"\n     data-ad-client=\"ca-pub-6173441909460537\"\n     data-ad-slot=\"5290871788\"><\/ins><br \/>\n<script>\n(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});\n<\/script><br \/>\n(SO SHE DANCED AND SPUN AND TRIED TO <span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">IGNORE<\/span> LAYNE WHILE HE PUKED BLOOD AND TIPPED HIS HAT?) WHAT A SWEETHEART.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>&#8220;Everyone\u2019s skin seemed to be on the verge of melting as their eyes were lit with an ominous green glow&#8221; &#8220;The best part was not one person gave a damn as <strong>every-ones eyes were dilated<\/strong><\/em><em> with an oblivious craving to never loose the taste of this parallel universe.&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong>The end<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">* = bullshit.<\/span><\/p>\n<h2>MY THOUGHTS<\/h2>\n<p>The author Tanya Vece was ACCORDING TO HER was only 28 when she wrote this &#8220;garbage&#8221; which would make her 21 when she was\u00a0allegedly\u00a0hanging out with Layne and that would of made him 33-34 years old at the time? So&#8230; we&#8217;re supposed to buy that this young girl was hanging out with Layne while we already know at the time was beyond strung out and isolating himself.. had lost most of his teeth and had completely destroyed his body and I hate to say this about him but he looked like the walking dead but we&#8217;re supposed to honestly believe that this young\u00a0self\u00a0proclaimed &#8220;<em>gossip queen<\/em>&#8221; was hanging out with him in according to her description an underground techno drug den of sorts..dancing and spinning\u00a0among with the other dead green skinned people??? It&#8217;s almost humorous.. if it wasn&#8217;t so sick and twisted. She wants people to believe that she got into his head? That she was his shoulder to cry on or Vice versa? But I happen to know and I&#8217;m not the only one who knew that he never left his house and that he smoked crack and did dope all day. I hate to have to be so harsh about it but this girl just makes me so mad trying to sell her fantasy as real truth. I have to be honest her story about the techno disco fantasy..well I honestly wish that it WAS true because it&#8217;d be really nice and a lot easier to think about Layne out there having fun with some pretty young girl in a club dancing the night away&#8230; instead we have to remember the real truth which was that he was slowly killing himself in his condo day in and day out and there was nothing.. those of us who cared.. could do to stop him. The sad facts were not romantic or mysterious.. they were just harsh, real and tragic. The facts are he was sad, alone and sick. Period. But according to Tanya Vece he was puking blood while tipping his hat to himself?? WTF?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h2><strong>Update 2012<\/strong>:<\/h2>\n<p>I&#8217;m happy to report that this garbage\/book never was published and I hope that this blog post continues to come up every time someone Google&#8217;s the name of the book..&#8221;Itch, Love Stories about Heroin&#8221; and there&#8217;s nothing she can do about that. TOO FUNNY..!!! That&#8217;s what they call technical Karma!<a href=\"http:\/\/feedburner.google.com\/fb\/a\/mailverify?uri=Rememberlayne\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.rememberlayne.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/subscribe-button.png\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p><script async src=\"\/\/pagead2.googlesyndication.com\/pagead\/js\/adsbygoogle.js\"><\/script><br \/>\n<!-- rememberlayne top post 3 --><br \/>\n<ins class=\"adsbygoogle\"\n     style=\"display:inline-block;width:320px;height:100px\"\n     data-ad-client=\"ca-pub-6173441909460537\"\n     data-ad-slot=\"9721071389\"><\/ins><br \/>\n<script>\n(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});\n<\/script><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I JUST FOUND THIS ARTICLE &#8211; DOES ANYONE KNOW IF THIS BOOK WAS EVER RELEASED AND IF SO..HOW CRAPPY WAS IT? I MEAN WHO IS THIS CHICK AND WHAT THE HELL DOES SHE KNOW ABOUT LAYNE&#8217;S RECLUSIVE LIFE? 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