The Bassist and The Basket Case//Mötley Crüe •Nikki Sixx•

Cardboard Boxes and Goodbyes

It was the morning that I was officially moving out of Nikki's place. Tommy left awhile ago to keep Nikki out of the house. Vince, Mick, and myself were on our way over.

When we reached his house, we made our way through the door and into the bedroom. I grabbed some boxes. I went to the closet and started packing my clothes, shoes, and all that shit.

I was eventually done and started to pack the shit I had on my nightstand. After that I packed the shit I had lying around the house. Then I was done.
Before we left, I told Mick and Vince to wait in the car.

I sat down in one of the stools by the counter. I wrote Nikki a letter stating:

Dear Nikki,
By the time your reading this, all my shit that was once here will be gone. The only thing you'll have of me is the memories we made, and the only memories I'll have of you, will be ones where I thought you loved me, they will be tainted with hatred and sorrow, anything in between. I know I asked why won't you love me, but I feel like I already know the answer, it's because of Brandy, it's because of Heroin, and it's because of you. For some reason, even after all the shit you put me through, I still love you, and I don't know why, but it's not enough to make me forgive you. I really thought you could change and I'm still hoping you will. When you decide what's good for you and what's not, I'll be here, waiting, you just have to act and say the words. For now or for forever, goodbye.

Yours sincerely,
Harrllow Braxton

After I was done writing, I stood up and looked around. I was trying to figure out a place to put it where he'd actually see it. Then I saw it, in the corner of the living room.

I walked over and kneeled down on the floor. I took the letter and stuck it in between the strings of his bass. I got up off the ground and saw that it was in a good spot for him to notice.

I sighed and walked to the car. Mick was the first to ask if I was alright and I honestly didn't know. Vince asked me again and I answered the same.

We drove to Tommy's house and unpacked my shit.

(NIKKI'S POV)

I woke up to someone knocking on my door. I hadn't had any Heroin today and I planned not too, but shit changes.

I got up and walked to the door and opened it. I was hoping it was Har, but instead it was Tommy. "Hey T-bone, what the hell do you want?" I asked.

"I wanted to see if you wanted to hang out dude!" He said.

If I was with him then I'd be away from the Heroin. "Okay, let me get dressed and all that shit." I stated.

I got dressed and met Tommy outside. He said we were going to the bar to fuck around, I couldn't argue with that. We arrived at the bar. Tommy got us a table.

I planned on only drinking two beers. Tommy ordered the same thing as me. "I heard what happened with you and Har, it sucks." He stated.

"Yeah, yeah it fucking does." I told him.

After we we're done at the bar, Tommy decided we were going to go on a drive. "Tommy, where the ever living fuck are we going?" I asked.

"The best fucking strip joint in Hollywood." He replied.

I hated this but I couldn't fucking tell him that.

We arrived to the strip joint and walked it. We were lead to a VIP section. We were going to be here awhile. What the shit was Tommy up to.