Ace truly lived a Rock'n'Roll life style. Check this article:
Rolling Stones, Feb 17th 1984
It all started one rainy evening at a small hotel just outside Cleveland. Ace Frehley swore he’d seen Paul Stanley carrying a jar of lightning into his room. Not lightning like lightning—actual threads of it, flickering pale blue behind the glass like nervous eels.
Gene Simmons was at the bar, drinking something that he said was “half coffee, half contract negotiation.” He didn’t look up when Ace sat down, just muttered, “If Paul’s messing with electricity again, tell him to keep it below 40 volts. Management’s already suspicious.”
By the next morning, no one could find Paul, but somehow everyone could hear him—coming faintly from the hotel’s air vents. His voice was calm and conversational, as if he were hosting a press conference somewhere inside the ductwork. The weird part was, all the questions he answered were about events that hadn’t happened yet.
Ace tore open one of the vents and found a microphone connected to nothing but a power outlet. It was hot to the touch. When he plugged in his guitar amp—just to see what would happen—it started playing a song they’d never recorded. Gene appeared in the doorway holding three matching suits and said, very seriously, “The label already approved the video.”
That afternoon, the entire hotel was rented out to a film crew. They said they were shooting a documentary about the band’s early years, but Ace couldn’t remember giving permission. When he confronted the director, the man turned and—it wasn’t a man at all. It was Paul, wearing an expression Ace remembered from 1976, saying, “We’re still on tour, you just forgot the dates.”
By the time Gene came back from the bar, the hotel had no record of them ever checking in. The clerk said the place had been closed since 1983. Ace looked at the jar Paul had left on the counter—it was empty now, except for a faint smell of ozone—and said, “Then who paid for the room?”
Gene didn’t answer. He was already counting the royalties.
