#because we're getting a new bathroom fitted because i can't use our current one anymore and my dads upset about it but won't admit it
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weather-entity · 4 months ago
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yknow that feeling where everything that's going wrong in your life isn't directly your fault but it's all connected to you so its indirectly your fault and you're just caught in the middle of it all in order to not upset everyone even more. Yeah. that's how im felling right now
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xxisxxisxxis · 4 years ago
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Gateway Drug | Part Ninety-Three [PT. 1]
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Warning(s): explicit language, drug abuse
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NIKKI
1987
I throw another drink back not long after yelling obscurities at Viv as she stomped out of VIP to leave and go home, between more lines of blow, a trip to the bathroom to get a fix and some drinks, we decide to take the party to Steven's new place. 
"You guys just can't be too loud, though, got it?" He says as sternly as he can as we get inside and he fumbles for his key. 
"Alright, alright, alright," I mumble, stepping inside, grabbing his bottle of Jack off the counter before getting comfortable on the floor by the window. 
We all talk--as best we can--for a little while, Steven and the boys making some calls to get some dealers here, and the only thing on my mind is getting a potent fix, until I hear something...very faint, very familiar...very, very, familiar...I furrow my brows to focus more, ignoring the guys' laughter and voices, my eyes training on the wall opposite of me. 
My subconscious puts it together before my conscious does, like smelling a blanket from a childhood home and immediately being taken back before your brain can quite grasp the feeling. 
Multiple memories shrouding that sound of Vivian that only she can really pull off. 
It doesn't take rocket science equation solving skills to put together why I'm currently hearing her soft, pretty moans carry on next door. 
I'm pretty sure more members of Guns, aside from Steven, are staying here right now. 
Apparently Stevie hears it not long after and slips into the next suite, where the sound is coming from, that's connected to his suite. 
I don't hear it anymore after he gets back in here. 
"Dealer's coming or what?" I ask Steven, my high starting to get blowed from the fact that my wife is next door on her back for someone who isn't me. 
I'd be jealous if I weren't numb to it by now.
"They're all tied up, man." Steven tells me and I groan, thinking for a second. 
An idea comes to mind that makes me want to bang my head against the wall, but I'm desperate and left with no option at this point. 
"I know a guy," I mumble, dragging myself up to the phone in the little kitchen area, reluctantly dialing a number I never wanted to dial again. 
It rings once...twice...three times… 
"Hello?" He answers and I roll my eyes. 
"'Sup man, it's Nikki." I reply, trying to put on my best "friendly" voice, even though it's making my blood boil that the bastard I could see myself killing is ultimately the one that's gonna be able to save the day. 
"Hey, dude." He replies. 
"Me and a few buddies of mine are out here at the Franklin Plaza Suites and need a few things." I rub the back of my neck. 
"Yeah?" 
"Yeah." 
It's quiet, and he reluctantly breathes out. 
"I'll see what I can do." I can hear the satisfaction in his voice that I'm having to call him. 
Within the next forty minutes there's more people here than I'm comfortable with, groupies, and hangerson, and other drug adoring morons, and then my saving grace comes through the door once Steven lets him in. 
Slash is already slipping into a Jack induced stupor. Sally came in a few minutes ago screaming at all of us guys for leaving her at the Cat House. 
We didn't even realize we'd forgotten her. 
She's in the bathroom, probably keeping herself in there to keep from starting an argument with Slash in front of everyone. 
Robbin's on the phone with Laurie.
Apparently it's just in men's nature to get fucked up, call our wives, and profess our undying love for them despite the fact we cheat on them nearly every time we hangout with our friends. 
I wonder what would happen if I went in there on her and Duff right now. 
What would she say? 
Probably nothing. 
She'd just look at the floor and try not to cry, probably. 
What would I do? 
I know that I know what's going on between them, but if I actually walked in and saw them together, caught in the act…
I'd either be a pussy and cry over it, or kill them both--him first and make her watch, and then just slowly torture her or something. God, I'm fucked up. Even though I'm pretty sure being married to me is torture enough to her. 
I know it's torture to me, too. 
"Here dude," Sparkie hands me a syringe and a spoon, and I look at him, too out of focus to concentrate on getting it right. 
"Fix me." I say to him and he scoffs. 
"Okay, dude." He starts getting it ready and I look at that wall again. Staring at it, taking a sip of my drink. 
Fucking Vivian. 
Of course. Her. Of all the women I've hooked up with and dated in my life, she--the most harmless, at least in my dumbfuck mind when I first met her--is the one to screw me over like this. 
And I've let her. 
If I did what Vince does to Sharise and have that whole, "no hanging out with your boy friends without me" rule, this wouldn't even be an issue. 
That's the problem. Somewhere along the way I loosened her leash a little too much and now she's chewed her way through it entirely. 
"You look like you're in hell, you know," Sparkie tells me, fixing the tourniquet around my arm… "But that's okay, you're about to be in heaven in just a few seconds." He assures me. 
I know he's right. I just need to hang on to that. 
In just a few seconds, I'll be--
I hear Vivian, again, and I reach around my neck and grab onto her cross I've been wearing for weeks, now, squeezing it at the sting of the needle going into my skin. 
I feel him shoot me up, my mind waiting to chase and catch the high that I just know is about to come. 
My fingers slip from the crucifix, and I feel myself fall back before a weightless feeling washes over me.
Present
I keep rereading the damn paper, repeatedly, trying my hardest not to throw a fit...
Nikki Sixx and his wife, Vivian, recently confirmed that she is indeed pregnant issuing a simple and straightforward,"Yes, it's true," statement earlier this week through Nikki's manager, and--as speculated--her pregnancy is not with Nikki. Many fans and some friends of the couple are blown out of the water by this sudden turn of events, others who are familiar with the rockstar and his band but never really paid much attention to his personal relationships, are now curious as to who exactly Vivian Sixx is. Well, in an open letter, rumored to be intended for print in Rolling Stone, a few anonymous former roadies of Mötley Crüe--who partook on their Girls, Girls, Girls, tour in 1987--are here to introduce who they saw behind the scenes of flashing cameras and public sweet moments with husband Nikki. 
"This is a letter to Mötley Crüe fans, we're a mere handful of people out of the many who witnessed monstrosities behind the scenes while on tour with the Crüe since Summer of 1987, none of which were caused by the band or any members, themselves, but one woman in particular. We had no reason to really bring any of this up, but in light of recent news, we are disheartened and angered of the betrayal against one of the four men who gave us an opportunity to live several months in our lives that will forever impact us in the best way known, and provide heartwarming memories by the dozen. This is not an attack on Nikki Sixx, especially given his past struggles with opioid addiction, alcoholism, as well as his abusive wife. The first time we met Vivian, she was polite and friendly, but very assertive. It was obvious it would be her way or no way,  and often times she and Nikki would go back and forth with who was running things. It was obvious Nikki was unwell at times, whether it'd be hungover, sick from withdrawal or simply tired from a show the night before. Vivian would choose these times when he was at his most exhausted to pick fights with him. He'd tell her to go away or 'f**k off,' and she'd continue to verbally and mentally beat him down more than he clearly already was. When Rolling Stone came to interview the band shortly after the wild rumor Vanity started publicly, we were told Vivian had tried to physically attack the reporter working on the story, simply because he made the comment that Pepsi wasn't good for her. Small things like that would often set her off, leaving security, managers, and band members to try to dodge fists while pulling her off of her unsuspecting victim, who was typically Nikki. Many times we'd hear them arguing in the hotel rooms, dressing rooms, bathrooms, tour bus, etc., usually followed by sounds of what we can only describe as 'pitchy, hungry, pornstar moans' on her part--clearly using her body to get back in his good graces after wearing him down. After their fights, Nikki would always have a bottle of alcohol on hand, some kind of drug, and would keep to himself. Our comradery with him soon began to dwindle with each month because it was obvious she was beginning to suck the life out of him. He was more introverted overtime, and higher more often than he was at the beginning of the tour. It really got bad when Guns N' Roses came on tour for a month, because Vivian's attacks on him and the other members of Mötley Crüe, began to pop off as randomly and explosively as fireworks. We'd witness some foul exchange (brought on by Vivian)  between her and Nikki backstage, either verbal or physical, nearly every night. People can talk down on the Crüe for being bad boys, but they've shown everybody that's helped them on tour, gratitude. All the wives and girlfriends that would come on that we'd offer food and drinks to would always express gratitude with a smile and a warm heart, but Vivian would always stay silent and cold towards us. She's a trashy, bitchy, whiney, hateful, spiteful, conniving, plotting python that now has her cold-blooded grasp around not only Nikki's neck, but also Duff's. Her game is to find the most well rounded guys while maintaining under her guise that she's a kind, Christianly woman, and see how far she can push them until they work themselves to death, literally, with trying to please her. We aren't surprised that she's pregnant, she probably video taped herself conceiving the damn thing and sent it to Nikki. We hope she did so it can be practice  for her inevitable low-budget porn career when she runs out of rockstars to f**k and kill, as we've mentioned, she already sounds like one in the throws of passion. Anyway, Nikki, we're hoping you decide to kick her aside and start fresh. Duff, get a paternity test, dude. Crüe fans, don't let that red-headed bitch fool you."
"Who the hell is Page Six to give these bastards a platform in the first place, Doc?!" I snap.
"Nikki, I am handling it, I'm on it--"
"--You tell the L.A. Times and Rolling fucking Stone if they take this shit and run with it, too, I'm personally coming to their offices and fucking them up. Not the publications themselves, but the people trying to put this out there in print, individually." I hiss.
"Nikki, just--" 
"--And who the hell--what roadies did this?!" 
"I don't know, Nikki, but I'm trying my hardest to get it cleaned up." He assures me. 
"'She's a trashy, bitchy, whiney, hateful, spiteful, conniving, plotting python that now has her cold-blooded grasp around not only Nikki's neck, but also Duff's. Her game is to find the most well rounded guys while maintaining under her guise that she's a kind, Christianly woman, and see how far she can push them until they work themselves to death, literally, with trying to please her'?!" I read that snippet, just so he can be reminded how fucked this is, trying my hardest not to start pitching a fucking fit. 
"Fucking AJaxx isn't even cleaning this up! Press mongrels are gonna be humping these bastards legs for giving them sales for the next nine months!" I outburst. 
"Sixx, don't worry about it, alright? It won't go past this shitty Page Six story, okay?" 
"It's fucking horse shit." I ignore him, trying to keep my cool. "Fuck." I kick at the leg of the table, running a hand through my hair.
"I guess one decently positive thing is that Viv doesn't know about this," he says next and I shake my head a little, feeling a migraine starting to come on, strong. 
I was tempted then to check myself out of rehab and 'handle' it myself, but decided it wouldn't be worth it. I hoped it would go away and it would all blow over eventually.
"Vivian, don't listen to any of it, alright? Me and you and everyone on that tour know damn well it wasn't just you being a bitch and us being the innocent victims." I say through the phone as Viv tries to calm down, her breathing shaky and ragged from crying so much. 
"I know that but the fans and other people don't know that." She says to me, her voice quiet and tired. "I'm so embarrassed, Nikki." She adds. "I'm already embarrassed that everybody knows I cheated on you but now this whole thing…" she trails off and I feel guilt tug at my heart. 
I don't know what the fuck to say. 
I'm used to criticism from the press, but none of them have tore into me or any of the guys--except Vince after the Razzle accident--so personally and extensively as they're tearing at her. 
Calling me a devil worshipper and saying my music is shitty gets annoying and frustrating and even infuriating at times, but attacking my wife and calling her a low budget porn star and telling me to kick her aside? 
Fuck that. 
"I'm sorry, Viv. I really am." I assure her, honestly, closing my eyes when I hear her stifle a little sob out. "Where are you at right now?" I ask. 
"Duff wanted me to meet his family." She tells me. "I'll be back Saturday." 
I'm relieved she actually has a reason for not being here, but I'm also hurt that she didn't give me a heads up. But I don't want to talk about it right now. I think she's been punished enough today. 
"Okay...you didn't show yesterday and I was just worried." I admit. 
"I know, it was just a spur of the moment thing. He asked me last week and I didn't think it'd be an issue." 
"Oh." 
I glance around and let out a breath. 
"I, um, I'm gonna go. I got a group thing with the guys at 3:00." I tell her. 
"Okay." 
"Are you gonna be okay or do I need to break out and kick someone's ass?" I ask her, half-joking, and she laughs, making me smile. 
"I'll be okay." She tells me. 
"I'll see you next week, Sixx." 
I can practically hear the smile in her voice when she says, "see you next week." 
We hang up and I rub my lips together, taking a few deep breaths before heading to where me and the guys meet with Amber three times a week now. 
Tommy and Vince are waiting for me, and I plop down beside them, leaning forward, elbows on my knees, hands running over my face…
"Psst," Tommy nudges me and I look at him as Vince gets up to grab a cup of coffee. 
"What?" I ask him, and he puts his finger over his mouth. 
"You seen the shit they're on Vivian for?" He whispers and I furrow my brows, looking around. 
"The room is empty except us, dude, why are you--"
"--Shh," he says. 
"Why are you whispering?" I finish my sentence. 
"Because they probably have this motherfucker bugged out the ass." He replies, glancing around again. "I'm thinking of breaking outta here, man." He whispers very, very quietly. 
"You do know we're not being held here by legal obligation, right? They won't chase us down and have the cops on us if we just check ourselves out." I point out and he furrows his brows a little. 
"Oh." 
"Why do you wanna 'break out'?" I ask. 
"I miss Heather and my dogs and I wanna be able to be there Viv, dude. She fucking needs us right now and we're, like, over an hour away--disconnected from shit. I mean we wouldn't even know what the fuck was going on in the world if Doc wasn't keeping us in the loop, ya know?" 
I think about it for a second. 
"We're over a month into our three month stay, dude." I state. "We can't just throw in the towel, now." 
"I don't mean ditch it and stay gone. I just mean check out for a few days, go back home, see what all is going on and come back." He shrugs. 
It seems oddly appealing. 
Way too appealing, actually. 
"I don't know, Tommy…" I rub the back of my neck.
"I already talked to Vince about it and he's down."
"Of course he is." 
"And we wouldn't be doing it tomorrow or anything. I'm thinking next week." 
"Does Doc know?" I ask. 
"Fuck Doc." He scoffs. 
"Agreed." I nod, chuckling. 
"So, you in or not, man?" 
"Just for a few days?" 
"Just for a few days." 
"Then we're all coming back in?" 
"Like we never left to begin with." 
"No drugs, no parties, not even alcohol." 
"Just spending time with our families and then back to the grindstone." He states. 
"...I'm in."
 ...You know when you're on a shitty diet, eating boring, tasteless, "healthy" food, and then decide you've been stuck to your diet long enough that you can have one slice of cake because you're disciplined enough to control yourself? And now, two years later, you're still telling yourself you'll get back on your diet because after that slice of cake you just said, "fuck it," and never thought about forcing yourself to eat lettuce again? Let's just say leaving rehab prematurely works the same damn way.
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juliennestudies · 6 years ago
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Hi guys! Tomorrow is my first day of school. I'll be in 11th grade. This list is just a list of things i wish i knew when i was younger, though not all of them. But i hope you guys will still find this helpful!
•don't leave your pens, pencils, erasers, highlighters etc. lying around. don't leave them on your school desk or at home. especially if your pen is expensive or cute. people will take it and never give it back, even if it has your name on it. immediately put your supplies inside your bag.
•i have a tendency to leave my pencil case at home whenever i studied the night before. so, prepare everything you will need the night before. even if you're sleepy. don't do it in the morning. you'll save yourself the time + morning rush, plus, you won't forget your supplies.
•bring an extra pen, pencil and eraser, but don't put this inside your pencil case. put this inside one of your bag's pockets.
-if someone will need to borrow a pen, pencil etc, you can just take these out of your bag, without letting them see your extensive pen collection.
-if you leave your pencil case at home, you can just use these.
•it's okay to let people borrow a pen or a pencil, but if they continue to forget to bring their own, or keep loosing your pens, it's best to say no.
•back when i was in elementary school, i was called the "National Bookstore" of the classroom. this was because i had every supply with me: glue, stapler, pencil sharpener, extra pens + pencils, scissors, you name it. note: i only brought these with me if the teacher told us to bring art materials for a project. and as the name implies, a lot of my classmates borrowed from me + never gave them back. though we're all in our upper levels already, here are my current solutions: 1) only let the people nearest you borrow your stuff (if you're feeling generous) so you can keep track on who borrows 2) say no or lie (if you're not feeling generous) 3) only bring what's important
•concerning pad paper + index cards: rip out pad papers (1 whole sheets, 1/4 sheets, 1/2 sheets) in advance + place them inside your binder/folder. this goes as well for keeping a few sheets of bond paper + a few index cards in there as well. this is because whenever the teacher told us to "get a sheet of paper", everyone would be searching for a friend or classmate to ask from. i don't know if this in practice wherever you guys are, but it still is here where i live. and i just decided to add this quick tip as well. it's okay to give some paper to your classmates, but you'll be the one left with a reduced pad of paper.
•bring a bottle of water with you. it's a common tip but overlooked most of the time. you can just refill it with cold water.
•if your pencil case has a secret pocket inside it, you can slip in some money, to be used only for emergencies, in case you left your wallet or it gone stolen or something.
•choose the right friends and once the friendship has gone toxic, tell your friends what's wrong and why. both of you can make up for it, but if the friendship is still toxic, it's time to cut it off, even if that friend was your best friend. people change over time.
•if you're struggling with making friends (like me, btw messages are always open. kink tumblrs will be blocked), know that you'll find the right people in due time. you can make up that time by meeting new people, going to coffee shops, going on day trips and anything else whenever you feel lonely. be kind, friendly and open-minded.
•get yourself a planner. write down everything you need to get done: assignments to do, projects to start, essays to write, chores to do etc. i still like to bullet journal, but if you have a busy schedule, it can be hard to maintain an aesthetic sometimes. i moved my "bullet journal" into a small notebook that can fit inside my uniform skirt pocket, so that i can always write down what i have to do whenever and wherever. i also keep a pen with me. but if you don't have a large pocket, there are great to-do list apps out there. i like MinimaList.
•know that there will be times where you will feel on top, and days where you feel like a failure. and that's okay. everyone has experienced failure. you may whine about it or tell yourself that you can't handle it anymore, but know that your failures will shape you into the strongest, toughest + most determined person you know.
•study 3 weeks before the exams. this gives you two weeks to study + summarize notes and one more week to review your lessons again and again and time to make your projects ( up until now, i still wonder why my teachers give out projects a week before the exam, to be passed the day before, the day after or the hour after the scheduled exam )
•bring a toothbrush and toothpaste. brush your teeth after you eat lunch (if you eat lunch at school) at the girl's bathroom. lock yourself in a stall if you want to if you. fresh breath is so important, as well as dental hygiene. alternatively, you can have a mint.
•do your homework as soon as you get home. and if there are projects that need ti be done, schedule or make a plan on what you're going to do and how you're going to do it.
•with this 'project plan', you'll be able to track your progress. And if you're in a group-assigned project, you can relay this plan to your groupmates, so that they know what to do.
•don't cheat. sure, you it's easier, but you're not doing yourself a favor. you won't be learning as effectively, you'll rely more on it and, worst case scenario, you might get caught.
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