Hector Camacho's Vida Macho - Men's Journal

Pastel, stoned and mangy, shoves his tin-can taxi from lane to lane at high speed, a palm-sweat proposition because he has no mirrors, or shocks, or muffler, for that matter. Steering with his knees, he shout-sings Guns n' Roses while fumbling about the console for a joint. We're leaving Cataño, a densely packed slum just west of San Juan, Puerto Rico, with Hector Camacho Jr. aboard, for a day-trip tour of the spots where his father, Hector "Macho" Camacho, the former light- and welterweight champion of the world, spent the last two years of his louder-than-bombs life getting high, chasing ass, and drowning his sorrows. "Wouldn't sleep for days, just high all the time, running around dressed up like Michael Jackson," says Junior. "He ate, shit, showered, did everything on coke – even sniffed in front of his mom, and she smacked him silly!" "Oh, 100 percent, I seen that!" croaks Pastel. "She say, 'Stop the cab!' and get out and hit him. Little tiny woman beating Macho!" The two of them

Pastel, stoned and mangy, shoves his tin-can taxi from lane to lane at high speed, a palm-sweat proposition because he has no mirrors, or shocks, or muffler, for that matter. Steering with his knees, he shout-sings Guns n' Roses while fumbling about the console for a joint. We're leaving Cataño, a densely packed slum just west of San Juan, Puerto Rico, with Hector Camacho Jr. aboard, for a day-trip tour of the spots where his father, Hector "Macho" Camacho, the former light- and welterweight champion of the world, spent the last two years of his louder-than-bombs life getting high, chasing ass