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ME AS A MOTHER (DO I REALLY WANT KIDS OR DO I JUST WANNA RAISE A KID BETTER THAN MY PARENTS)
January 15 th, 1987 Van Nuys, 8:30 p.m.
Today we were back in the studio, writing for the new album. I rode in on my Harley feeling all jittery and decided to stop for a small fix... Went in Denny’s on Gower and Sunset (always the classy guy!). I didn’t have a spoon, so I bought a bottle of Pepsi, threw the bottle away, kept the cap and went in their bathroom to shoot up. The shitter was disgusting - black rings and shit stains around the bowl and the unclever graffiti all over the walls... I sat on my motorcycle helmet on the floor and filled the cap with water from the toilet. I dunno why I didn’t fill it from the sink, like any sane person would. I put the bottle cap on the toilet seat in the piss and stains, and poured coke in it. I drew it up in the syringe, washed it out in the shit water, put a little china white in the cap and cooked it, burning my fingers. I had no cottons, so I just drew it up and shot up. The studio was fine after that... I just felt dead.
Nikki Sixx, “The Heroin Diaries: A Year in the Life of a Shattered Rock Star”.
I hope we all understand it’s not a lure, but a warning.