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𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤:

A Gift

You and Izzy sit on the balcony, smoking cigs and observing the stars

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For: my lovely, @dizzystradlin, a very special person to me.

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You’ve had your fair share of life. Maybe you’d pushed through more than you had to. Endured more than most. Exhaling a puff of smoke, you sighed, leaning your head back against the exterior of the apartment you were just barely able to afford. The sky was clear tonight- at least as clear as it could be considering that you lived in Los Angeles. The stars were faint, but still just faintly glowing in the sky. Like little dots. Just two twinkling away.

You ash your cigarette on the molding boards which make up your porch. How many cigarettes had you and gone through at this point? You’d last track long ago, when the sun was still up, not that you were exactly keeping track. Izzy was your… well Izzy. Maybe that’s what it is- just plain and simple. You were you and Izzy was Izzy. Izzy who crashed on your couch far too many times, Izzy who was a little to lax when you could make payments, Izzy who spoke more with his eyes than words. Just plain ol’ Izzy.

That was more than enough for you.

At your rock bottom, Izzy picked you back up on your feet. Be it that he was aware or not. He helped you in more ways than one, physically and mentally. Were you exactly one hundred percent in either aspect? No. But things felt a little more possible. You turned your head just enough to watch Izzy- who was standing right next to where you sat. He seemed to paying attention to everything and nothing.

“Don’t you…” you paused, taking another drag of the cigarette. It almost seemed like Izzy didn’t even hear you, but you knew he did. He always did. You exhaled and continued, “Don’t you ever think about how insignificant we really are? I mean… look at all those stars. They’re… they’re goddamn massive compared to us. And yet here I am, worrying about the utility bill.” Then silence again. Izzy didn’t respond, not that you were really expecting him to.

The silence went on for a few minutes.

Izzy spoke up and you almost jumped, almost, “I think you’ve got a one-sided perspective on all this. You think we’re all that insignificant to the stars, but they’re just as insignificant as us.”

He pointed out and up towards the sky, “That star right there, what difference would it make to us if it just wasn’t there? Disappeared or something, I don’t give a fuck.” He dropped his cigarette and out it out with the heel of his boot, hands automatically going to his pants pockets.

You didn’t responds, you didn’t exactly have a counter argument… you also wanted to hear Izzy keep on talking. For being a drug-addled rockstar, he was far more insightful than most.

“It wouldn’t make a lack of difference. To us, we’re seein’ the same damn starry sky.” He turned to look at you, his hazel eyes staring right into yours, “Guess it’d be different if you only focused on that star, yeah?”

You swallowed and gave a half nod, “Yeah.”

“Then I’d guess you’d noticed it missing.” He said with a shrug, but you knew the implication. That all the stars reflected all the people in the world. That the one star which, in theory, disappeared was you. And Izzy was the silent observer, watching the sky.

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You are a spectacular individual, so strong and so incredibly brave. I wish you all the best

would you write for metallica?

Probably only for James, I don’t know much about other Metallica members

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𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜

𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛. 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚒 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛-𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔-𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔

𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗/𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏- 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛

𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜. 𝚒 𝚍𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚒𝚏 𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝- 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔. 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜

𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔/𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕

𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝. 𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗

𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜, 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎

𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎 (𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜)

𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚗𝚛

𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑

𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚢, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢

𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜- 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖

𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕗𝕚𝕔/ 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝟠𝟘𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝟡𝟘𝕤 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜/𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕪 𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤

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I do believe that no one should trust blindly when it comes to rockstar autobiographies/biographies.

Yes, some things could be true, but take everything that is being said with a grain of salt. Especially when it comes to individuals who are trying to recount memories from a time when they were deep into drugs and alcohol.

The example that primarily caused me to make this post was the autobiographies of Slash, Duff, and Steven. There are certain bits and pieces where there are inconsistencies in their stories. They really aren’t the most reliable narrators.

That being said, do not take what is written as fact just because it was stated directly by that person. They will phrase things differently to paint themselves in a better light , or they simply just don’t remember right.

It’s usually a mix of half-truths and half-lies

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