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Riches to Rags: Sly Stone Lives In A Van Down By the River In Crenshaw

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It wasn't long ago that funk legend Sly Stone was talking about staging a comeback.

But then he never really stopped melting down at performances and his money troubles only got worse. A few years ago he accused his manager Jerry Goldstein of fraud and sued him for $50 million in royalty payments. (Stone hadn't always made the best business decisions: in 1984, he sold the rights to Michael Jackson's song for $1 million.)

Now the New York Post has caught up with Stone to detail the raggedy twilight of his career. The drug-addled funk legend has lost mostly everything, and he's living in a van in Crenshaw. He's still making music on a laptop in the van, and he says he's ready to work:

My music is a format that will encourage you to have a song you won't forget. That's why I got so much money, that there are so many people around, and that's why I am in court. Millions of dollars! But now please tell everybody, please, to give me a job, play my music. I'm tired of all this s--t, man.
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Stone wants work, but he doesn't seem to mind the itinerant life. He has help. He's parked in front of the home of a couple that takes care of him and makes sure that he eats and lets him shower at their home. Their son is Sly's assistant and driver. "I like my small camper," he told the Post. "I just do not want to return to a fixed home. I cannot stand being in one place. I must keep moving."