Nikki Sixx

1983, Summer.

You walked slowly along the highway towards the banner "Now leaving Santa Monica. Come again soon!" under the rays of the scorching evening California sun, and surrounded by sprawling palm trees.

You have just made a spontaneous decision to leave the city, hoping for a bright future and finding yourself. You were walking aimlessly along the edge of the roadside, lost in your thoughts. Dust flew from under the wheels of cars passing by. You turned around when you noticed that one of the cars stopped next to you.

The tinted windows of the old dodge challenger rolled down, and you crossed glances with mischievous green eyes belonging to a somewhat older man sitting relaxed at the wheel with slightly disheveled dark hair and sunglasses on his head.

"Do you need a ride, beautiful?" the guy's mocking, deep voice with an attractive hoarseness was heard