𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ✄𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐱

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Sunset Boulevard, 1981.
(Gwen's point of view)

I'm not one to be fooled in any situation whatsoever; not in reality or my education that seems to have got me nowhere. I am not a fool for various reasons, but with one of them being a man with long, spiked jet black hair who I had met in a bar, I feel like ramming my head through glass for saying I'm not a fool for him.

I never thought someone could make me out to be so foolish whenever his first impression didn't leave us off to a very good start. He could never understand anything about me.

Yes, I know he had a hateful relationship with his mother growing up to the point where he called the cops on her. Whatever. At least he had a parent to raise him. I, however, didn't have parents or a distant relative to make me a somewhat law-abiding citizen.
I was alone.

I was by myself until I ran into my only friend, Chrissy Smith. She and I grew up in foster care together until we were nine, when she got adopted by a rich family, who lived in Beverly Hills. After that, I never saw her until one day on the street when I saw a familiar flash of blonde hair shining from the reflection of the sun. Her facial features looked so familiar that I had accidentally said her name out loud, but fortunately for me, it was her. Afterwards, we reconnected and started repairing tears in our friendship that had been unexpectedly cut off.

It was great to have her back in my life again until I started having money troubles and my landlord moved my things out on the street one day. It was hard, but I had eventually told her about it and she offered to share her place with me. As long as I "cleaned up" after myself. Yeah, okay.

After some time, she and I became very good roommates to the point where we were borrowing each other's clothes, just like old times in foster care.

We would always go out if we didn't have to work the next day. When we would, we would go to where we worked at, a bar called Whiskey a Go Go. I started working there after I got kicked out of my apartment and Chrissy took me into hers.
Every weekend, kids from the valley to the beach flooded the strip known as Sunset Boulevard. It would be wild, but the party wouldn't stop just at the Whiskey.

Up the street from the world famous bar, there was a split level apartment building that was home to Nikki Sixx, who threw massive parties along with his band called Mötley Crüe. Many parties were held there so many times that when the cops came to kick in his door, they had to nail it shut. After some time it just got old, so he makes his party-goers use his window as an entryway. So I've heard from a few acquaintances.

I personally have never been to his parties only because I know Jane Fisher goes to them. Jane Fisher is one of many stuck up young women in Los Angeles; all hair and no substance. She flaunts over any band who plays at The Whiskey, but they only last for a day before they're thrown back into the pit of reality. She only did that to the poor souls because her and her mother, Janice Hartley, owned The Whiskey at the time.

I always felt bad for the guys she would crumble up and throw into the garbage, but the look on their faces after they realize they are her sloppy seconds is priceless.

Nothing around me isn't new anymore after I've already discovered it. I still live in Los Angeles with Chrissy in her apartment, Jane Fisher is still the door knob that gets turned by everyone, and my job at The Whiskey is the same thing. That was until I met Nikki Sixx in the year 1981.

I know in the beginning I said I'm no fool to situations, but I was surely a fool for Nikki Sixx. Everything I knew about him I found iridescent. The way he portrayed to be a smooth talking asshole was phenomenal. From his emerald eyes and dazzling smile to his macho facade. He had me completely fooled. So fooled that I never found out about his dark side. The side that he had kept hidden from everyone. It was a dark place and I pitied him very much, but it was ineffective. He seemed to like his depressed side more than his macho facade.

I wanted to know him somehow. I just didn't know how until I realized that I had to have patience for it to work.