You're One In A Million, Babe. (Guns n' Roses / Duff Mckagan story)

Chapter 1 - You're in the jungle, baby.

Axl's Pov
scrip, scap, scrip, scrap.
my feet, sluggishly being drawn upon the dirty sidewalk. I really don't know what I'm going to do with my life at this point. This city was such a large, mysterious place. Extremely different from my little town Lafayette, in Indiana. As far as I'm concerned, I'm just a confused person in a big city, who has a 0 support group, whatsoever. I have my pal, Izzy but he's busy doing his own thing.
Walking along the streets of LA alone at night, probably wasn't a good thing. I've had 4 people already try to lure me into buying cocaine & heroin. No way! I would never do that. I'm just a 19 year old kid.
As I continued walking along the pavement, I noticed a strange black man, watching my every move. I have to admit, I'm most definitely frightened, who wouldn't be? A harsh, scratchy voice hollered, "ya know where you are? You're in the jungle baby, you're gonna die!"
My intentions were to get out of there, & try to find Izzy asap. I hopelessly wandered the streets of LA, lost & confused, in critical desperation for Izzy's presence.
Eventually, I found myself at his apartment complex, & made my way up the stairs & into his apartment. There he was, in the corner, most likely doing something he would regret.
Oh god, Izzy.
I always had these thoughts that if Izzy continued doing the vapid actions he does, he'd end up dead & I'd end up dead too, knowing he's not around.
I shut the door to the apartment & posthastedly made my way past broken bottles of alcohol, pizza boxes, & empty syringes.

With slight hesitation, I put my hand on Izzy's shoulder & he shuddered, like as if he was in severe pain.
"Izzy, what's happened to you?" I asked.
he turned & faced me. His eyed were red, his hair was a mess & he looked extremely tired. looks like he'd already been through the jungle.