Keith Richards: Pirate for Christ

or Looting for the Lord; Hijacking to Heaven; Pillaging for Peter...
Hayden and I went to see the amazing third installation of the Pirate trilogy with Kelli, Abbi and Kyra while they visited last week. There were many happy surprises in the film, not in the least, Keith's portrayal of Cap'n Jack's father (though they never introduce him, the hype did a great job-we know who he is). My surprise in the scene was the plethora of silver crosses (not celtic or ancient as one would assume) woven into his dreads. They were a bit too shiny and obvious to fit the aarrgghh matey persona I was looking for. Maybe it is the thought of being pillaged by a pirate that thrills me (take me Captain Jack!); though one wearing so much Xian Paraphernalia would send me running for the hills (don't beat me with your bible!). Who would Jesus rape and pillage? What would Jesus do for enough gold? hmmmm.... I wish I could find a better picture, you'll have to see it for yourself and let me know what you think. (no one else in my group noticed...)
On Keith and his dad's ashes: The Rolling Stones' guitar legend Keith Richards has revealed that he once snorted a line of his own dad's ashes.
Speaking exclusively in this week's NME, the star, notorious for his decades of substance abuse, admitted he gave his old man a unique send off after his cremation.
He said: "The strangest thing I've tried to snort? My father. I snorted my father. He was cremated and I couldn't resist grinding him up with a little bit of blow.
"My dad wouldn't have cared, he didn't give a shit. It went down pretty well, and I'm still alive."
I remember Ben and Cameron, running up that hill (you know, the one with the big signs "stay off this hill") at the AZ/NM border to sprinkle some Hannah ashes. They didn't check for wind direction. When they threw her out, she came right back at 'em: up their noses, in their eyes, coating their mouths... what do you do? You can't spit her out, you can't blow her out into a kleenex... so you swallow and snort. At least a dozen (desert living) prairie dogs have consumed her remains. I wish I had thought to bring some with me to put in my tattoo (next time!). I haven't done coke in a million years, should the opportunity arise, I'd be tempted to follow in Keith's example ;)