Fuck Keith Richards: if you want rock ’n’ roll’s real version of an indestructible cockroach, look no further than Lemmy Kilmister. At the advanced age of 63, the wart-festooned lead singer of Motörhead—at the Vogue tonight (October 1)—offers hope for the rampant substance abuser in all of us. Kilmister’s message to the impressionable youth of today? Well, how about, no matter what that asswipe Surgeon General has been warning you about, you can actually live to a ripe old age despite drinking a bottle of Jack a day, smoking until your tongue looks like a burnt Presto log, and doing enough drugs for a season’s worth of Intervention? Not only that, but standing in front of a bank of Marshalls for 30 or so years evidently does zero damage to your hearing. Take that, Rear Admiral Steven K. Galson, M.D.