Sid Vicious to Nancy Spungen - A love letter

Once upon a time, Sid Vicious wrote a love letter to Nancy Spungen.

They'd been waiting to score, having received a wad of dollar - bills - over $1000 in cash -for an upcoming gig. However, no narcotics could be found. Their dealer, Robert, gave them Tuinol, a heavy barbiturate which, mixed with alcohol, caused Vicious's withdrawal symptoms to worsen. At one point, he left the room and began knocking on all the doors of the Chelsea Hotel, screaming for drugs.
Then he crawled back to the room to be confronted by Spungen, equally enraged. She slapped his face, striking the broken nose and causing the the brutish pain to intensify.
Vicious , standing by the table on which a seven-inch knife was placed, reciprocated: one clean lunge at the stomach of his beloved. It was hopeless, stupid and typical of their relationship. Minutes later they embraced, reconciled. Unfortunately, Spungen removed the blade and omitted to cover the wound with a bandage of any sort. She lay down on the bed, while Sid dashed off to keep an appointment at the methadone clinic. When he returned, his beloved Nancy was deceased. She was not yet 21.
Police duly noted that her corpse was already beginning to decompose a mere seven hours after her death.