WARNING
SUICIDAL THOUGHTS
I may have been living vicariously through Tracii Guns. I also did a shit ton of research for the facts about Ole and his bands and death. I wrote this chapter to get people to acknowledge the original GNR and LA Guns bassist.
Rest In Peace Ole Beich
Tracii sighed. He was remembering his late bassist, Ole Beich. Not many people knew about this blond man. He was the most beautiful blond bassist in all of L.A. Guns’ history. The man was in Guns ‘N Roses with him. Tracii was not normally known to cry, but he couldn’t help shedding tears. He never got to tell Ole his true feelings. But now it was too late. In the wake of protesting, lockdown, and virus, Tracii really had time to think about Ole. It was eating at him, really harshly.
“Ole, if you were still here today, we’d be together…” Tracii started crying again. It was like time stood still, whenever he thought about Ole. His heart couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted to be with Ole, but he couldn’t kill himself. He had to stay alive for his dog. For his fans. For his band. Several tears came down the guitarist’s face, threatening to fall. He tried to wipe them away, but more tears came. His dog put her face on his lap, trying to comfort him.
“Dagger, you get it, don’t you? You lost your mom, you must understand my pain.” Tracii asked his dog. Dagger just grunted, as dogs do before they fall asleep. So, Tracii was left there with a sleeping dog and nothing more. He pet Dagger once before going to bed.
In the middle of the night, Tracii began to dream. He had a dream that he was with Ole again.
“Ole, you don’t know what happened to you, do you?” Tracii asked the blond.
“No, what happened?” Ole inquired.
Tracii gulped. He didn’t wanna tell his newfound dream lover reality. “Well, you drowned in Sankt Jørgens lake in Copenhagen, after we left Guns ‘N Roses. You got depressed and… well, killed yourself.” The raven-haired man felt a tear come to his eye, even in his dream.
“Oh, well, what’s happening in the real world currently?” Ole asked the younger, lively man.
“Well, this stupid virus that was brought over from China is causing mass panic. Everything was closed but is slowly reopening. Current president, Donald Trump, cut off ties with China and The World Health Organization. A black man was killed in Minnesota, so now Black Lives Matter, an organization dedicated to killing racism by harassing white people and officers, are rioting. They are causing innocent cities to get curfews. They are ruining small and local businesses. And I discovered I love you Ole.” Tracii explained.
Ole was taken aback. “I left a life just to have that happen to the one who actually remembers me?” Guns nodded. Ole started to sob. Tracii started to cry as well.
“I love you, Tracii. Come visit me each night, so I can help you through this, ok?” Ole asked through tears. Tracii nodded and slightly smiled.
