It’s interesting. People go to an animal shelter and pick a dog that’s been kicked, beaten, and has lost a leg and an eye, and they’ll take that dog home and give it love and support, but they don’t do that with people.
“When you’re sitting on a plane, 40,000 feet up in the air, looking out the window, dreaming of your future and how bright it appears to be, or maybe just watching the drops of rain being pushed into different designs from the force of air at 400 mph… Well, life feels good. It feels safe, your seat belt is on and your feet are up. Then the oxygen masks fall, the plane jumps, snaps and jolts. People start to scream, babies burst out crying, people start praying all in time to the overhead announcement that we’re gonna crash. Right then, as your life flashes before your eyes, you hear yourself say, “God, if you get me outta this one, I’ll stop [insert lie here] forever.” Right then, the nose of the plane pulls up and the captain says, “Wow, that was a close one, folks. We’re ok, we’ll be landing in thirty minutes and we’re all safe and sound, sorry for the scare…” That’s how getting hooked on junk is, and when the kick is over you can’t believe you ever got on that plane in the first place. The question is, will you ever fly again?” -Nikki Sixx, The Heroin Diaries: A Year In The Life Of A Shattered Rock Star
“Nikki took good care of me. He is a legendary bad boy Rocker, so I didn’t care if he was arrogant, but he was not like that at all; he treated me kindly. When I got a bass guitar from him, I didn’t understand its meaning well. I am the one who appreciates it because he gave me an opportunity to tour the U.S.A. with him. I think that I want to return this favor in the United States.” - HYDE