Tattoos & Tequila. Vince Neil. 2011.

War stories. War wounds. I know, I know. Old rock stars fall hard. I’m 49 years old. I’m 5 foot 9, 170. The spandex is over. I’ve had three plastic surgeries. But who do you think gets laid more, me or you? Time changes a man. I ain’t 21 anymore. 

The death of Razzle, the death of Skylar, the broken marriages and children left behind… there was, there still is, a lot of grief inside me. It would be years before I would realise the toll of a lifetime of strife. It’s not easy for me. 

It’s a miracle we survived at all. A bottle of Jack Daniel’s and uncooked hot dogs do not make for a particularly well-balanced diet. We are all very lucky we didn’t kill ourselves. It might look like we were trying to do that but, speaking for myself, death was never my intent. I just wanted to feel good, you know? I was just looking for that kick, that high…

These days I’ve got businesses to run. I like the action. Something to get your heart pumping. Healthier than a syringe full of cocaine powder like I was doing back in ‘81 with my girlfriend Lovey.. that’s for sure.