Izzy Stradlin²

You weren't very influenced by metal or rock, yet you surrounded yourself with punks, metalheads, etc...

One of them was Izzy; they had known each other since childhood. You could always pick him out for being quite shy despite his connections.

You were surprised the day you saw him play live; you didn't think he was capable of playing in front of an audience, but he did.

Months passed, and the bands came and went, until the most compromising of them all arrived, Guns N' Roses.

Yes, they were a bunch of alcoholic and drug-addicted guys, but they were all talented.

Izzy lived with you; you were in college and rented a small apartment near his band's 'studio'.

It was a quiet weekend; Friday night you had just finished some difficult exams.

So, why not a few drinks to relax?

Your head was resting on Izzy's shoulder, while a random record played in the background.

"Who would have thought that a 10 like you would love someone like me..."

I spoke, clearly intoxicated by alcohol, while caressing your cheek.