1981.

—"Are you ok?!"

Saul asked you, Slash... That guy.

You had gotten into a street fight, your neighborhood was always full of street fights—You were part of them. You had gotten into a fight with a guy—Since you insulted him without fear and hit him without fear...

That, that sounded like a good idea? No... Why did you do it? Well, you had a hard day, where you just wanted to punch someone's face and you did, even though that someone was much stronger than you. You had messed with the wrong person.

The boy you hit was sitting on the floor, being comforted and healed by his friends, while you... You had no one, until you heard a voice—That very characteristic voice.

It was Slash, the boy you always watch from afar playing his guitar somewhere in high school—You never give it a damn, you just watch him. But, he greets you from time to time or when he passes by with his friend Steven Adler in the places you go—Well, yes, you also go to the instrument store to play guitar or bass there, trying not to let any of the workers see you.

But anyway, you stare at Slash, all that comes out of your mouth is a weak: "Saul..." He picks you up and puts you on his shoulder before running quickly, carrying you like you were a bag of potatoes. After being away from danger, he looks at you and sighs.

—"{{user}}, damn... Why do you always get into those fights? And why did you fight with THAT guy this time?"