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Nikki's POV, January 16th 1988

So... a lot has happened, we'd been in rehab for a couple of weeks now and thank fucking god I was seeing the end of my horrendous withdrawals, I forgot how badly this shit sucks but this has seen worse than my other rehab stints by far... it's worse than all of them combined.

It's been no fun for any of us but it's seriously kicked my ass, I've thrown up more in the last two weeks than I have in my entire 29 years of living... not fun, the physical agony, the shaking, the sweating, the aching, the migraines... ugh, just no, it's been a living hell, the only thing which has made it tolerable is Tommy.

He like always has been incredible, checking up on me at any chance he got- it really did mean so much to me- it's really helped me pull through having Tom's consistent support and company, I can't describe in words my love for Tommy, it's physically impossible for me to do I feel that strongly for him.

He's the main reason I'm here, I'd probably be dead right now if it wasn't for T-Bone, it's a disturbing fact.

Doctors have given us all therapy and group therapy and it's okay... could be worse, could be better too though... spilling my guts on my feelings is never something I like to do plus usually when it's strangers thats a definite no-no, they are here to help me though so I kinda have too listen to them and talk.

I get a one on one session with a doctor every day for two hours after breakfast before then having a few hours with the other boys, then it's back to my room where Tommy usually sneaks in and we talk and make-out, why the fuck not honestly? 

It's pretty chill, we're left to do what we want but everyone's checked up on every hour and a half to make sure we're 'behaving'- the security here is actually pretty tight all main doors have both keycards and key-codes in order to be opened it's some tight shit.

There are also spontaneous room searches for any contraband like drugs, alcohol- I've had two since I've been here, Vince has had four... yeah, four... Mick's had one and Tommy's had one... Vince really isn't liked by the staff it seems.... he did kinda insult the head of security calling him a... how should I say this... he said he was a horizontally gifted individual... the guy overheard and now has a vendetta against Vinnie... I think everyone at some point has wanted to punch Vince in the face though so... eh, I'm not gonna get involved if this guy actually gets some physical revenge.

Actually, this rehab has been pretty good at distracting me from my cravings- it's better being here with my friends for sure, we have our natural banter so it's better than the other times I've been here alone- they remind me this is all for a purpose.

I'm grateful to them for doing this for me, really, I can't thank them enough, I'll never be able to repay them for this, to put themselves through pain to help me, that's brotherhood man and I'm so fucking glad I met these guys, fuck knows where I'd be right now if I'd never have met my bandmates.

What would I be doing if there was no Mötley Crüe?

God, I've never thought about that... I'd be dealing drugs and selling stolen property probably like I did when I first got to L.A.... that's actually a depressing thought, glad that didn't happen.

At this exact moment in time I was sitting outside in the garden- yes, this rehab centre had a garden, I think most do... it's nice, relaxing... quiet, you can get away from a certain blonde bimbos whining.