After reading The Dirt and The Heroin Diaries (I'm almost finished with it and the review will follow shortly), it's hard to believe that he's still with us today. The only logical reason that I can discern for his beautiful life being spared is that the powers that be realize that he is just awesome; it's really as simple as that. He's a musical genius (there would be no Motley Crue without him). He's tough as nails (anyone who overdoses twice and lives deserves the Nobel Peace Prize or something). And he's amazing at everything he does (from being a drug addict to a rock n roll star, he definitely excelled at both).
Not only is Nikki Sixx just an amazing being, he's also an amazing looking being. Did I mention that he's died...twice? Yeah, no one who's devoured as many drugs and as much alcohol as he has, let alone died, should look as unbelievable as he does. And I'm here to tell you that it's not just Photoshop magic my friends.
I met Nikki Sixx at a tattoo convention a few years ago. I was sitting in some bleachers and he walked right by me. I almost fainted at his beauty...and at the fact that Nikki Sixx just walked by me. Even up close and personal when he was signing my Shout At The Devil album, he was stunning and sweet. I refuse to believe that he's had any work done. Botox...maybe. Plastic surgery...I hope not. I'd like to think that some special humans can live through that much shit and still come out looking amazing.
My boyfriend and I have this deal (as do most couples I'm sure), that if an opportunity were to arise where we could sleep with ONE famous person, we could. Nikki Sixx is that one person for me. I don't care about his drug use. I don't care about his whorish ways. I don't care about him suing his fellow band members. All I care about is having that one night of my own heinous debauchery with Nikki Sixx. Ahhhh...a girl can dream, can't she?
So, happy birthday to one of the greatest rock stars in existence. Until we meet...