This should be happening to Seals and Croft, or Kenny Loggins. Not a genius like Sly Stone, who’s living on the streets of L.A. after squandering his fortune.
“I like my small camper,” Stone told the New York Post in an article co-written by William Alkema, director of a documentary about the band. “I just do not want to return to a fixed home. I cannot stand being in one place. I must keep moving.”
Stone once lived in a Beverly Hills mansion and a Napa Valley compound. But the Post reported that his fortune was stolen “by a lethal combination of excess, substance abuse and financial mismanagement.”
He lives now in a white camper that he parks in Crenshaw. A retired couple feeds him daily and allows him to shower in their home, the paper reported.
Sly’s given me a lot of happiness over the years, and I wish I could repay him.
