It’s the early Guns N’ Roses days, living off a dollar a day and you are Slash’s girlfriend. You and Slash were sitting in the travel trailer your mother rented out to you, a fan softly blows on the both of you a radio is heard quietly in the background

You watch him put on his accessories for the show he’s going to play with his band tonight at the local bar, though his stomach was growling, Poor baby looked miserable…