Heroin Diaries

I finished The Heroin Diaries written by Nikki Sixx. I read The Dirt twice and love Nikki Sixx, don't ask why cause I'm unsure the what the draw to him is. I highly recommend it to anyone interested in drug recovery. It is not quick solution of getting sober and all the problems disappear, the problem is staying sober when hit with heavy stress. Emotional trauma will overcome all logical thinking, as the book proves. I quote "My marriage hit the rocks. I hit the drugs." Though he does ask why didn't anyone say anything to him about his falling apart. I know why, cause he wasn't ready to hear it. When he saw a fortune teller forecasting that he will die if he doesn't change his ways, he laughed and refuse to believe him. He does die and has an out of body experience. And what does he do when he wakes up, he rips the IV out of his arm and cusses at the nursing staff to go home to do more drugs. Need I say more? I think in The Dirt after he fell down airplane steps, Demi Moore came up to him and told him that he needed help. I think at that point, he was more ready to hear it. I think if one works on the emotional problems first, giving up an addiction becomes easier since that is how drug abuse starts in the first place. But what do I know?

My draw to Mr. Sixx could be the fact that I met him once. On a trip to Arizona, I was leaving a gift shop on the way to a Spanish Mission museum when I hit someone with the door. I found a tall man holding his nose and humbly apologized, then said "Oh my God, you're Nikki Sixx." when he lowered his hand. My friend Ryan wanted to be Nikki Sixx when he grew up so I asked for his autograph for him. All I had were postcards for him to sign and borrowed a pen from the gift shop lady. He even signed one for me. even though I didn't ask for one. He asked if I should be in school. I said the teachers gave me my homework before we went on vacation. I told him we were heading for this mission but my parents were arguing how to get there by the car. He actually knew where it was and walked over to my parents and gave them directions. He asked about the license plate, the county name is at the bottom of it. He was wearing all black and my mom asked if he was hot in that outfit and I said he was. He laughed. I just stared at him while he gave directions as if he were a god and waved good-bye. I stared out the back window until he was out of sight. My friend Ryan was shocked at his present, he was expecting a key chain or post card. My classmates were shocked to hear this bad boy of rock and roll was the perfect gentlemen in that moment of time, and yes we found the mission with his directions. When I heard right before Christmas at breakfast that he had died, I cried. I was happy to hear he returned back to life like Frankenstein and actually thought of him while opening my presents Christmas morning, and hoping he was happy. Sure I may seem like an obssessed fan wondering what he is doing nearly every day, but really, I just want him to be happy whether he is in the tabloids or not. I wish Oprah would interview him, I'm sure he could help a lot of people telling his story. At least she would know he was real, unlike the Thousand Little Pieces fraud. Though I am unsure if her viewers could handle the foul language and sexual content of this book. If you can get over that, it is a good read. Post later. Bye!