Thirty years ago I boarded a jet at LAX enroute to my new life as a writer in London. Was it destiny?

You haven't read the book - but now you can see the movie!

The individual responsible for opening my way to magic was a flamboyant gay biker artist with a dangerous fancy for the Hell’s Angels and a serious interest in the notorious Aleister Crowley. An excerpt from my new book, Touched By The Presence: From Blondie's Bowery and Rock and Roll to Magic and the Occult, out this autumn.

On the afternoon of May 9,1980, after two years of a deep, paralyzing depression and at least one psychotic episode, the brilliant Scots...