Where to start with this work of fiction.....actually; no more like this work of; I'm gonna dupe my fans because I need the money. To start with Nikki Sixx is a massive D-Bag. He's a 50+ year old man and he has no deeper insight of himself or his past than he did when he was a 20-30yr old supposed massive junkie. Alarm bells should have rung in my head when he tells the reader that if this book helps one person who is as messed up on junk as he was then releasing this book was all worth it????!! Are you shitting me? More like "i snorted/shot up all my money I made from my shitty glam band and the GFC is hit me hard and no one buys my out dated music anymore so I really need this money and I know that hardcore fans are fanatic enough to buy and believe this shit"
I don't believe for a second that he looks back at his 'wild' days with "man what was I thinking, I really needed help, I was so lost' He thinks they were totally awesome and he spends the book glorifying and almost bragging about his 'addiction' and behaviour. For such a heavy and serious subject matter the tone of the book is light hearted and the voice is almost an amused roll of the eyes 'rock stars boys will be rock star boys" No people; drugs fuck up peoples lives and the lives around them, it KILLS people, it's not cool. And its wrong for someone whom over people look up to (god knows why) to pretend to be telling a cautionary tale about drugs and the excesses and emotional turbulence that can lead to drug abuse, when in fact they are really glorifying drugs abuse because lets be honest all the cool party hard people take loads of drugs, all the cool famous people you look up to take drugs and really you just haven't partied hard unless you have a drug problem, sure you may 'die' a couple times (Nikki, people's organs don't shut down, then miraculously start up again, good story but, no) but that's just an awesome story to tell people later on about how fucking hardcore you were back in the day! And man, fuck rehab, rehabs for pussies!
I have no doubt that Nikki Sixx was 'strung out' for most of his 'career', but the idea that he was still able to keep a diary throughout the whole process is complete bullshit, but I was able to humour this concept for half of the book until he wrote the lines apparently on tour in 1987....'who knows, maybe someday I'll get this diary published, can you imagine that?' ???!!! FUCK YOU NIKKI SIXX! How stupid do you think I am!? How offensive can this douche be, its not bad enough you're selling people this work of fiction as a real diary and glorifying your drug abuse and pretending to be helping other lost addicts; but with that line you are laughing in the readers face, my face!!! I'll say it again, FUCK YOU! So at that stage I closed the 'book', which thank god I didn't pay for and wiped my arse with it (not really because it's on an e-reader and I have plenty of softer toilet paper) Screw you Nikki, you didn't get shit from me!
To be honest, it was getting tiresome anyway. It was was getting very repetitive, the story arc goes something like this "i shot up, I snorted, name drop, name drop, poor me, poor wealthy white man in a band me, shot up, debased some poor girls who's daddy didnt love them enough or molested them, poor me, all this fame and money is hell, shot up, drank, music, i love tommy, tommy, tommy, I knew slash before he was famous, I was the band, if it wasn't for my band there would have been no 1980's, poor me, hate women, hate women, my band was better than everybody else's band, poor fucking me" This guy is just boring and so damn arrogant, which is crazy because honestly does anyone over the age of 45 outside of America remember this band or this guy? I only know of him because he was dating Kat Von D for a bit and for a time I thought Nikki Sixx was a woman. And he writes the worst lyrics.....seriously, he's no freakin poet. All Nikki Sixx proves is that it must have been so easy to be in a hit band in the 80's; 'big hair? check, feminine looking white guy? check, looks ok in leopard print tights? check, can do a high scissor kicks? check, over-bloating sense of self? check, sad and tragic wrong side of the tracks, mummy/daddy didn't love me past? check, hatred for women? check; skin tones will work with glossy makeup, check. Congratulations you've got yourself a 1980's platinum glam band!
Only read this book if you are a fanatic fan who is a delusional as Nikki Sixx, but seriously there are more interesting delusional 'rock star' books out there; Donovan's and Anthony Kiedis's book come to mind.