December 25th 1986 Van Nuys, 7:30 p.m Merry Christmas. Well, that's what people say at christmas, right? Except normally they have somebody to say it to. they have their friends and family all around them. They haven't been chrouched naked under a Christmas tree with a needle in their arm like an insane person in a mansion in van Nuys. They're not out of their minds and writing in a diary and their not watching their holiday spirit coagulating in a spoon. I didn't speak to a single person today...I thought of calling bob timmons, but why should i ruin his christmas? I guess I've decided to start another diary this time for a few different reasons... 1. I have no friends left 2. So I can read back and remember what I did the day before. 3. So if I die, at least I leave a paper trail of my life (nice lil suicide note). Merry Christmas, it's just you and me, diary. Welcome to my fucking life. ~+~ Från Nikki Sixx bok Heroin Diaries, boken får mig att vilja gråta och krama om honom, och soundtracket är underbart, sorgligt, men oh so wonderful. Do i need to say how much I love this man?

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March 2012