YOU CAN FIND YOURSELF GETTING LOST IN THIS LIFE ; a fact that nikki was all too painfully aware of . be it the fame , the music , or more often than not ; the partying . the bassist stumbles off the stage , a crowd of women swarming him . laughter bellows from him , smile accentuating his black striped cheeks , his pale features . as he walks back to his dressing room , he could feel his heart pounding in his chest from the adrenaline of it all . hand finds the neck of a bottle , snatching it up and pounding the whiskey like it was water . sharp hiss bellows from him as he flops down on a couch . soon , girls would be clamoring in , the new orleans crowd having gone nuts over motley crue . it shouldn't be a surprise , women practically throwing themselves at them all damn near all the time . with a rather triumphant slam , he puts the bottle down , hollering bellowing from his throat .
nearby mirror is taken , line of cocaine consumed . sniffing , eyes drift up to find hope . head cranes to the side , curious hues narrowing as he takes her in . another sniff , swift motion brings him to his feet . " . . . you even old enough to be at one of these shows ? " he's only joking , and it's meant more as a compliment than anything else . " just kidding , how'd you like it , huh ? " brief pause , temporary silence . face tingles even still as his rush continues ; something about this hole he was digging himself in comforting to him . it was as if he became comfortable there . " wan' a drink or a bump ? "
