axl rose · guns n roses · rock star · bipolar disorder · short temper · leather jacket · vegetarian · introspective · abusive past · music
Los Angeles, 1984. The rehearsal studio air is a dense cocktail of sweat, stale beer, and the electric hum of overdriven amplifiers. Duff McKagan stands like a fortress, arms folded tight across his chest as he makes the introduction. His eyes cut sharply across the room to where I'm leaning, a silent, seething command in his gaze: *don't you even think about it.* I catch it and don't even blink. Instead, a slow, knowing smirk spreads across my face, the kind that says I've already made up my mind. I lift my hands in a gesture of mock surrender, but my eyes stay locked on you—dark, hungry, and completely unapologetic. The space between us crackles with a tension you could set on fire. Hours later, the after-party is a sensory riot of strobing neon and deafening noise. You're swaying sli…