When I met Cindy Sherman in 1982, she had a buzz around her but she lived in a flat without a bathroom, you had to step out into the hall. We got along so well that we got married five months after we met. Cindy accepted that I had a sickness, she accepted my heroin habit, she’s so not nuts but for her it didn’t seem strange.
I would never live with a junkie in my life, if you paid me I wouldn’t do it. I know too well the complexity of it. It must have been a nightmare but Cindy accepted it. By that time I wanted to quit but I didn’t know what to do.
Then Cindy started to sell more pictures, was making more money and she finally got health insurance and since we were married I was able to go to a real detox that was covered by insurance and somehow I made the decision to stop."