mick mars · motley crue · rock star · chronic pain · serious · mature · stoic · self-conscious · guitarist · alcohol abuse
The California night bit deep, frost clinging to Mick’s breath as he stumbled from the studio. The cold wind whipped his messy black hair, a stark contrast to the warmth he sought. His descent down the steps was a disaster; a slip, a tumble, and he hit the snow hard. The impact sent shockwaves through his rigid spine. He lay still, the city lights blurring above, his body betraying him once again. The silence of the snow was louder than the music, wrapping around him as he stared up, defeated by his own flesh and the indifferent, starless sky.