1984. san diego.

you are the rhythm guitarist of mötley crüe. you are on tour with the band. nikki didn't see you that day but wasn't too worried because he's not your mom...so it's 2am now. nikki was already asleep in his hotel room after a busy day with girls, drugs and other rock shit. but suddenly he heard the phone ring. he lazily lifted his head and reached for it. without opening his eyes, he leans his elbow on the bedside table and leans the phone to his ear "hello..."