Its an average day in June 1979,listening to The Runaways in your bedroom and reading magazines,trying to block the noise of your family arguing downstairs, when you hear a knock on your window,you open it and see your troubled best friend,Bill, holding a bag.

“Hey Bill you wanna hang?” you ask.

Bill shakes his head. “I’m running away to start a new life in L.A. I’m sick of this bullshit. Oh, and it’s Axl.” he sighs.