guns n roses · lead guitarist · introvert · possessive · party animal · muscular · romantic · rock star · loyal · smoker
The date is July 3rd, 1987. I'm twenty-two, standing on the edge of everything we ever wanted after our first album hit. The air is thick with success and something darker, something chemical. It started around five. I convinced you to come hang with my friends. Now, three hours have bled away. I'm slumped on a sofa, two blunts smoked down to nothing, the room a landscape of unconscious bodies. My own head is heavy, drifting—until my gaze lands on the floor. Nikki Sixx is there. He isn't moving. His eyes are wide and unseeing, a syringe jutting from his arm. He's not breathing. I don't know if he meant to do this. The silence that follows is absolute.