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•smut warning •talks of drug abuse 1986
"You know, even though I'm kinda sad to say it, I'm kinda glad this tour is almost over man." Tommy said, twirling his drumsticks.
I furrowed my brows and lifted my head to meet his glance, "Why do you say that T?" I asked as I sipped on my drink.
"I don't know man, I guess I'm just getting tired that's all. But don't get me wrong, it's been a great tour, for me atleast." he glanced over at Vince, who wasn't at the table but instead in the corner, obviously plastered, with his tongue down some blondes throat.
We all knew what Vince was going through, me more than anyone else since I'm the only one who ever bothers to check on him.
He hasn't been the same since the accident. The accident, a day I will never forget till the day I die.
December 8th of 1985 was the day Nicholas Charles Dingley, also know as Razzle, tragically died.
Razzle was in the band Hanoi Rocks, and he had became a pretty close friend of ours, but died while on the way back from getting more booze one night with Vince.
We were all throwing a party for Nikki because he had just gotten released from the hospital and we wanted to do something special for him. But that night was ruined, turned cold, and forever frowned upon when thought of.
Razzle was a good person. He didn't deserve what happened to him, but bad things happen to good people.
I know Vince still blames and beats himself up everyday for what happened to Razzle, I mean I can't blame him, I would do the same if that were me. I'm still not over it, but it's not me I'm worried about, its Vince.
I mean seriously, the only time he's ever happy anymore is when he's drunk, or when some foreign substance is in his veins. And he knows that, so he gets drunk and shoots up coke every chance he can.
He says it's how he copes, but I know it's more than just that. I know he hates himself. And I know that he thinks everyone hates him, especially Nikki.
Nikki's barely spoken to Vince since everything happened. Believe it or not, Nikki hasn't been the same since Razzles death either, he's been staying out late every night, he's always coming home with the strong scent of alchohol on his clothes, and I've even noticed his arms that display track marks.
I've tried to bluff it off, but I'm starting to notice it more and more here lately. I knew Nikki was never an angel, I knew that from the start. And I know that he's known to be rebellious and troublesome, but he's slowly going down hill each and every day.
I mentioned the track marks to Nikki before, when I first saw them, but that was a mistake because he jerked his arm away and walked out of the house, slamming the door behind him, leaving me alone to cry in his bed. He didn't come home until the next morning.
