True Love = Heroin
Thursday when I got home from work, my wife led me to my laptop. On top was a brand new copy of the “Heroin Diaries” book by Nikki Sixx. Now that’s true love! She ordered it behind my back and got it for me as a surprise. Is it any wonder why I love that woman? I read some of it over the weekend and it’s awesome. Nikki was a major heroin addict for years, and he kept diary entries in 1987, which this book has republished. Every entry is about heroin, coke, sex, rock n roll, and the decadent lifestyle that real rock stars used to live. If you’re a heavy metal fan, and especially a Crue fan, this book is a must-read.
What a strange weekend. It’s mid-November, and we’re having gorgeous summer weather out here in the Bay Area. Heck, it’s better than summer weather, because it wasn’t hot, but warm. No clouds to be found, and sunshine all around. Perfect weather to walk in, and that’s what we did. You know, one day we’re going to get hit with a massive earthquake or two, but to me it’s worth it to live here. The California Bay Area is great, as long as you stay away from
Saturday was UFC 78, and it was a very underwhelming show. Rashad Evans has zero charisma, and while Bisping does, he’s still not over enough yet to where he can headline a PPV in the country’s biggest market. The
Houston Alexander suffered an unfortunate loss to Thiago Silva, which really sucks because he had potential to be a big star. It would’ve been so perfect if he had destroyed Thiago and popped the crowd, but of course, it didn’t happen. It’s moments like those that make pro wrestling superior to MMA, because they could’ve booked it the way they wanted. Oh well.
Haven’t seen Survivor Series yet, but all reports are that the Batista-Undertaker match was awesome. That makes them 3 for 3. They’re not Flair-Steamboat, but the Undertaker-Batista series has produced some excellent matches, which is a feather in both of their caps.
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