- "Sex, drugs, and rock n' roll, man"
The year was 1980. Liv was a L.A. high school graduate who turned down her future for music. Her band split up and she was looking out for a unique one who was looking for a guitar player. She was ready a...
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- August 2nd, 1985
~Liv We were on the road again on our second and Theatre Of Pain tour, and to be honest, painful was right. The entire album other than a few songs was complete shit. I don't think I can stand up on that stage playing songs that I definitely wasn't happy about, but to be honest I'm not sober enough to care.
The only one out of us surprisingly that was, was Vince. We sure as hell made sure of it too. While we were off snorting coke off of girls chests, we reprimanded him to not even have a single drop of alcohol and reminded him daily that he's on probation. It was shitty, but we didn't care.
Also that little incident at Nikki's place was just a wake up call for me that I wasn't the only girl he's with. He claims he's only with her for the drugs and that he's never fucked her but I don't buy it one bit. I've trying to ignore him, but it'll be especially hard not to when you're on a bus with him to every state in America.
I've vowed not to let our fooling around get in the way of the band, and I haven't since that night back at his house. I can't be with him if he's just going to be throwing his life away right before my eyes.
My eyes flutter open as I groan at the harsh morning sun shining through my hotel window. I look around my trashed room and spot empty booze bottles scattering the floor, some even broken. I was about to get ready when I heard knocks at my door.
I just throw my pillow at it and groan. "Liv, get your ass up Doc wants us on that bus in 10!" I knew it was Tommy and he pounded on the door once more and I could hear footsteps leaving the hallway.
I pick my self up and instantly regret the party in my room last night. After getting all my things, I head down to the lobby and out the hotel doors. I walk over to the bus and see the boys loading their things at the bottom of the it.
"There she is." Tommy walks over and slings his arm around my shoulder. I force a grin and head into the bus. I plop myself down in one of the booths and lay my head back to try and get over this massive hangover. Tommy sits down next to me and lays a head on my shoulder.
"How's my girl feelin." He lifts his head up to give me a cheeky grin and a pout as I close my eyes. "Like shit." I mutter and he grabs the nearest bottle of alcohol and down it already. I swear he never stops. "Oh no." He mutters and he sits up straighter and I know exactly who just walked in the bus.
I open my eyes to see Nikki stumble in the bus with his bags and throws himself on the couch opposite the table, looking like hell as always. Tommy and I lately would have long late night talks when he wasn't busy, and he would bring up sometimes how badly Nikki was.
He told me he's offered him smack before, and he's even tried it, but can't seem to find it as great as Nikki claims it is. I find it utterly stupid and rather sad that he's getting so caught up in it now. It's obvious he chose it over me, and clearly doesn't care for me anymore.
