Put it this way, the more you know, the less you wanna know. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
I'm so messed up in the head right now I'm listening to the Guns and Roses live era, during their zenith in popularity. I was there for at least two of those shows, maybe three, I can't remember. If you can remember, you weren't actually there, right?
The most memorable of those shows was at the Los Angeles Forum with Skid Row opening, and Sebastian Bach was a fucking madman. Somebody wrote an article about Mr. Bach for Rolling Stone, and they mentioned that exact show with a quote Sebastian made about smoking weed. The guns took the stage at 11 pm, and the concert ended at like 3 in the morning. Izzy Stradlin quit the band right after that and I quit giving a shit.
When the show was finally over, as the cocaine and alcohol wore off we thought it would be a swell idea to walk down Manchester at that time of the morning. Do you know where you are? You're in the jungle baby and you gonna die, literally.
Lesson Learned.
I'm still here, bitches.
Furthermore, I wouldn't advise walking down any street at 3 in the morning these days because I'm usually asleep.
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