He's a beautiful thing, Phil. He's like an angel, ravaged by debauchery and the sleaziness of the glam scene on Sunset. Cocaine, whores, hair dye and Aquanet, cheap makeup and boys with guitars walked the strip, only coming out at night. There was many variations of beauty here, whether you considered it a rockstar with hair in tangles, or a girl in a bikini down at Gazarri's, or the sound of a wailing guitar coming out of the Whisky or the Cathouse or the Roxy. None of them compared to Phil....
Characters: Philip Lewis,Tracii Guns
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Besides sharing their worry that Nikki is back, I cannnt get over the leopard print on their sofa... —Riguel*2000, for slashsgirl's Through the Eyes of...
Heh, that illustration with Duff and Iz as the adults is still quite possibly the cutest thing I have ever seen..."Quit teasing your mother" made me snort! Love this so far, and, as always, can't wait for more! :) —CrazyInBC, for Mrs_Dark_Knight8's Mama Kin
I'm so glad there are fast updates on this fic, because this chapter ended too soon! ;) Even though Ben was blackout drunk, I still thought it was adorable when he called Matt "perfect". Also, I loved the bit about Matt knowing every instrument except the triangle! I loved the dialogue here. I can't wait for the conclusion! —rockingandwriting, for notoffkilter's Congratulations