I seriously hate Miles Davis, in the seventies in NYC that freaking sleazball gave a girl I know really well ( she was 17 ) a bunch of coke and ludes then did the deed with her.
I knew his coke dealer, he lived in the Colombia U district of the upper west side ( as did B.O at the time, I never met him though, wouldn't be at all surprised if he knew the same coke dealer )
I'm not surprised at all that rats need coke to tolerate Miles, he could only compose if on hard drugs.