Nancy

~NEVER TRUST A JUNKIE~
I was born on Thursday February 27 1958 at 6:52am in Pennsylvania, the first child to young Jewish parents, Frank and Deborah Spungen.
The trauma of my short life began from the moment I was born. I was born cyanotic (blue, with the cord wrapped around my neck, starving me of oxygen) I was jaundiced and needed an immediate blood transfusion, being given my mothers blood (of the wrong type) was my first brush with death, although doctors said I was a fighter and survived this blood retyping at just days old. From then on, the drama and trauma of things for me never changed.
Although I was born into a perfectly normal environment, to normal parents, I was never a normal child. I was extremely demanding and struggled being brought up in a middle class Jewish family of which I never felt a part.
As a baby I screamed constantly. It was as though I was in some kind of pain which neither of my parents could do anything to pacify. I would scream until I passed out, and tensed my body if anybody ever tried to pick me up.
As a toddler I had many violent tantrums, for example, when I was aged 2, I attacked a man with a screwdriver who was simply trying to install a new telephone ...And the screaming still didn’t ease off. I underwent intense psychotherapy to try and resolve my problems: my violent tendencies for one and fits for another (both screaming and violent fits brought on by the littlest of things), however it didn't prevail. I showed schizophrenic characteristics and it seemed there was little that could be done to help.
From an early age I experimented with, and developed a life long love for, sex drugs and rock 'n' roll.
When I was aged 10 I was admitted to a psychiatric hospital, where it was discovered I had a verbal IQ of 135, and a full-scale IQ of 129! Aged 11 I was admitted to a metal hospital onto the adolescent ward, but was soon transferred to the adult ward. My parents decided this was not a place for me, so sent me away to Texas, to a private school named Darlington.
I was only age 13 when I was sent to a place called Lakeside Campus and this is when I first experimented with drugs, it began with marijuana and LSD, which when I was home I shared with my younger sister (Suzy) and my younger brother (David). During this period I became severely depressed and attempted suicide on numerous occasions. It was also during this period I began smoking; a habit which remained with me until the end of my days. Perhaps for me drug use was an out-let or even a method of self harm.
At age 15 I got my first boyfriend, he was named Jeff and was a guitar player in a band at school. I got a tattoo of his name on my chest, (I also had a tattoo of a flower on my thigh). I soon became pregnant (although it has been claimed I never did) and performed an abortion on myself using a coat hanger.
After many unconfirmed diagnoses and numerous doctors, psychiatrists and pediatricians, hospitals, children’s homes and even a mental hospital, I was finally given a diagnosis. I was diagnosed as a paranoid schizophrenic...
After leaving school I studied at Colorado University for 2 years, which I thoroughly enjoyed. I was a talented student who excelled in every subject bar mathematics and science, much to my frustration. When it was discovered a friend was storing stolen skis in my room I was arrested, I was also arrested at the same time for buying drugs from an undercover agent. I was kicked out of University and sent back to Philadelphia, freed of my drugs charges.
After a brief stay back home, my parents found the strain I put on their marriage and family life to be unbearable. To try and resolve this they bought me a flat in New York. The rejection hurt, but living in the city was a good thing for me, at first.
It was a matter of months before I left NY and traveled to London, England as a groupie for The New York Dolls (in 1977) and became a part of the uprising Punk Scene. It was then that I was introduced to a new band, the Sex Pistols, and of course, met Sid.
Often simply labeled “nauseating Nancy” a junkie, groupie, a whore, and even a witch, few knew of my pain. I often bare the blame for Sid’s heroin addiction and even contributing to the split of the Sex Pistols.
During our relationship we became inseparable; we became lovers and best friends, highly dependant on both each other and drugs
After the split of the Sex Pistols Sid and I moved to Paris together where we lived while we worked on the movie. Soon returning together to New York, where we got a room in the Hotel Chelsea. In New York I scored Sid some gigs and he was destined to have a brilliant solo career, but our heroin habits spun out of control, our lives became increasingly secluded, and revolved solely around the drugs. After accidentally setting our first room on fire, we were moved into the famous room 100, which of course, was to be my last residence.
On October 12 1978, I was found dead from a single stab wound in my abdomen. Slumped under the bathroom sink wearing only a black bra and panties, in our room, room 100, my lover, SID was charged with my murder. Our infamous relationship lasted only 21 months, but has stood strong and held its place throughout history. MySpace Icons Icons Collage Photo Collage MySpace Graphics MySpace Editor