Well, suffice it to say I was smitten instantly, and would constantly call the station to request they play it. The only reason I went and saw The Basketball Diaries a couple years later was because it was adapted from Carroll's novel. By that time, I was deep into my own teenage addictive years, and ended up seeing the movie eleven times in the theater, trying to figure out how such an ugly life could seem so fucking romantic.
Sadly, Jim Carroll passed away this year on the 11th of September of a heart attack. And so, as a belated tribute to one of my early heroes and a nice morbid song for this time of the year, I give you perhaps not Jim Carroll's greatest accomplishment, but still, after all these years, my personal favourite.