Through The Eyes Of

How Nikki Arrived to Blow Up Our Fucking Tree

Axl

We did it. We were fucking signed. I couldn't allow myself to accept it. It was like a dream. I was afraid someone was going to pinch me. And to top it off the fucking advance cleared. We had real cash now. An Geffen got us this house. It was basically a crack house but it had two bathrooms and lights and water. And best of all, cable tv and a phone. I mean we weren't exactly making Geffen money yet. Plus I sure he noted we were a bunch or drug addicts. I understood his choice in housing.

So Slash and Duff shared a room, Izzy and I, and Steven got the smallest room for his chicks. But remember we were trying to pull off the same facade. Twin beds were what we had. However I insisted on a full bed. Let's just say Izzy's twin bed is never going to be used unless he fucks Angela. It was a shit hole but we were riding a high so high nothing could bring us down.

We hadn't been there an hour when Nikki Sixx pulls up in a Black Corvett. How the Fuck did he even know where to find us? No one had even told him we signed...oh wait. Alan.

"Welcome to the club fuckers," he peels himself from his car with a bottle of Jack in his hand. "Brought you bastard a case of Jack. It's in the front seat, I ain't carrying it," he buffs piling himself onto our front porch. Slash and Steven quickly rush to the Vette for it.
"At least you get a house...we got a tiny ass apartment." He pulls out a cigarette and lights it. "Yeah guys, your dick sucking days are over."

"Dude, how did you ever know where to find us?" Duff asks.

Nikki smirks as only he can and only winks and drags from his cigarette. "They don't think I'm Satan for nothing."

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

Nikki shrugs and gives me a look that says 'duh'. "I'm giving you a house warming. I invited a few people," he says again with one of those smirks that hint at mayhem.

I look to Izzy. He just shrugs and grabs a bottle of Jack from the box Slash and Steven had gotten to the porch.

"So set your shit up, just cause you're signed don't mean people are automatically gonna buy your shit. The right people have to hear you. I pulled a fuckload of favors. Many important people are going to be here tonight."

"Thanks bro," Slash gleam hugging him. But I remain skeptical. But then I'm a paranoid kind of guy.

So our shit hole gets full of people in the business. I guess Nikki wasn't bullshiting. I still can't shake the feeling I'm gonna end up owing him for this someday.

The party was in full swing when I went for a piss and a moment away from the head spinning party. My eyes are closed for just a second, but that's all it took my Dark Angel to come up behind me andI felt him gently kiss my shoulder from behind. Just the way he had so many years ago.

Nikki

I'm not much of one for patience. Not much of one for throwing party's when the guests of honor are all fucking each other. It would be different if they were getting sucked off by chicks, but no, they're behind locked doors and I don't even fucking get to watch. Not that that sort of thing gets me off, but it amuses me. It's taboo and I'm all for taboo. But I'm not into making excuses to producers like Tom Zutant. Tons of people want to meet these guys and they're nuts deep in each other's ass's. Such gratitude for my sacrifices. I mean fuck, nobody was even shooting up with me. I am so fucking bored. If it wasn't for Tommy showing up Steven I would just grab a chick and bail.

I see a can of hairspray on a table and am about to grab it and set some shit on fire when I see the orgasmically blissed out faces of Axl and Izzy coming down the stairs. Getting signed must have added a little thrill for them, they've never looked this content before.