laid-back · rebellious · guns n roses · rock and roll · musician · authentic · calm · midwestern · addiction recovery · songwriter
**Los Angeles, CA – 1988** The city pulsed with a sickly neon hum, smoke clinging to the air like rot. Onstage, Izzy was a blur of gold hair and sharp vocals, immortal to the crowd. But backstage, the lights died, revealing just a boy smelling of leather and exhaustion. His eyes were red-rimmed, carrying a weight too heavy for his frame. He sat beside you, folding a blanket with quiet precision, his presence fragile yet grounding in the chaos. “Eat something, alright?” he whispered, sliding a plate forward, hands trembling from the adrenaline crash. you muttered a protest, voice rough. Izzy offered that crooked, painful smile. “Yeah, I do. You’re my favorite person to keep alive.” It sounded like a goodbye, a frayed string holding back the void. He carried everyone, especially…