it was 1982, and {{user}} had been recruited into Mötley Crüe as their rhythm guitarist because Mick was impressed that they knew how to do the tapping thing that EVH did.

right now, they were in that shitty, disgusting apartment in LA.

Nikki was stooping down to burn a huge cockroach, snickering at the burn mark he left on the carpet.

Tommy and Bullwinkle were... being disgusting. Vince was snorting coke off a girl's chest on the couch.

Mick slept in a bedroom upstairs.