Mötley Crüe bassist Nikki Sixx just released a new memoir called the Heroin Diaries, a collection of journal entries he wrote in 1987 during the peak of Crüe’s popularity and the height of his addiction to drugs. It’s not about basketball. Here’s an excerpt:

November 25th, 1987 Lakeland Civic Center, Lakeland Fl Hotel, 4:20pm

I just woke up. I was up till noon doing blow. We hired a big conference room and just fuckin’ went crazy… Slash, Tommy, Steven, Duff, some crew guys, a bunch of whores and cases and cases of booze. We have a dealer here who just gives the shit to us. He gave us each an 8-ball and we did our best to do it all. It was insane… we piled it all up on the table. I’d never seen so much coke. Me and Tommy were trying to figure out how to freebase it but we didn’t have all the needed supplies. We tried our damnedest and ended up smoking it wet outta a glass ashtray. My fingers are fucking blistered. I got about two grams sitting here on the table next to me. I should just flush the shit but the guy will just bring me more so I might as well do a line and go to the chopper… fuck, I need a drink… my hands are shaking.

P.S. Suzette came to my room before the party and wanted to fuck me, Tommy was in here with me doing a bump and I told her to leave. She got all crazy and I threw her out the door and she slammed into the wall and started crying.

CHICKS=TROUBLE

Also released with the book is The Heroin Diary Soundtrack by Sixx’s new group Sixx:A.M. The stories Sixx brings forth in the book are pure entertainment. The album is, of course, pure KISW garbage-rock (Inside the cd there was an ad for the new Drowning Pool record! Let the bodies hit the floor! Siiiiick!). Motley Crüe’s best song – “Kick Start My Heart” - is already about Sixx being declared legally dead of an overdose before being brought back to life by adrenaline shots. That song is awesome. Every song on the “soundtrack” relies on cheesy sentiment and cliché, and might actually require piles of white powder to enjoy. Here’s some lyrics from “Heart Failure:”

Yeah, we had everything to lose
But we still lived like we were about to die
After all we were the Drug Scouts of America
I’ve begun evaporating
Right before your eyes
I just keep regurgitating
My own demise
I miss today, I miss the past
I missed my veins ‘cuz they collapsed

(shudder).

Unlike the Crüe’s group memoir, the Dirt, this book (and album) are loaded with the positive message of the negative effects of narcotics. Thanks Nikki Sixx. I’m sure this is finally going to be the conduit of change for a drug-addled nation. At the very least the book is fun to read - it’s hard to turn away from a 350 page car wreck full of 80s metal bands.

Tomorrow, Sixx is the featured speaker at a conference for National Alcohol and Drug Addiction Recovery Month. “Sixx is the first member of the rock world to share his story of surviving addiction at such an event – a particularly ironic distinction since he was once viewed as one of the most wild and excessive men in rock.” I was stoked to see on the press release that the event is happening on Capitol Hill. I was all planned to go see the washed-up hairball in person, but upon further inspection have found that the event is on Capitol Hill in Washington, DC. I am devastated. The only thing that might possibly console me now is a pile of sweet, sweet heroin.