One of a kind Motley Crue book. Wanna take a ride on the back of a Harley on the Wild side WHILE Laughing your a** off at simple things? Well, then you'll probably will like this book.
With stories about Mick, Tommy, Nikki and Vince the Crue will ro...
Nikki Sixx tapped his way through the long walls that were leading higher and higher up the stairs. The stairs up to the Top of Motley Crue's apartment. Where Himself, Mick,Tommy and Vince lived. There was a BIG party there last night, so it was kinda messy. But it was VERY Normal for it to be like that. If it wasn't messy then it wasn't Normal. And things around there HAD to be Normal. So Yes always Messy. But last night they had an excuse out of it... And that is, That they had another Party. Which was ALSO Normal.
Whenever Nikki finally got to the top of the stairs he knocked on the door. Nikki was stoned and his eyes were half shut and he really needed help. Help Fast.
"Hello dude" Vince said opening the door. He was also stoned, looked Just like Nikki.
"Hi man" Nikki Said.
"Come in bro" Vince said opening the door up wide.
Vince slammed the door on himself "Shit" He said.
"So Man, How was last night?" Nikki asked.
"I don't know, I was gonna ask you" Vince said.
"I forget" Nikki said.
"I forget too man" Vince said shaking his head.
Tommy lee walked right in.
"Did I miss something?" Tommy asked.
"Nope, Not Much" Vince said patting on the chair next to Nikki "Sit" He added.
Tommy sat down "And..Let me Guess..You forgot about last night" Tommy said.
"Yup" Nikki said.
"Well dude, It was fine I guess" Tommy said putting it his hair back. He looked stoned too whenever he did that.
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Vince and Nikki laughed and passed the Drinks.
The news then came on saying the Weather and that kind of thing. It always annoyed Tommy because he just didn't care.
"Bitch, I don't care if it's gonna rain tomorrow" Tommy said as he turned the TV off.
Vince laughed. Nothing was going on and it was silent. Just the way they hated it.
"I'm gonna call some girls over then" Vince said getting up to reach for the phone.
Nikki continued to shot cocaine in his arm.
No one really paided attention to poor Nikki, and it was killing him inside.
Not the part about looking for attention, the part about still doing drugs. He wanted to quit, but he just couldn't. Way too hard to.
Nikki kept on thinking about writing in his new diary he had just bought. He knew it was a keeper, it was like his only friend whenever the boys weren't around. When he had nothing to do and no one to talk to.
"What the fuck are you thinking of?" Tommy asked him, he looked and sounded drink as fuck. Which he was.
