Nikki Sixx - idiot

2007

You and Nikki Sixx are sitting side by side in Howard Stern's studio, your fingers intertwined. As soon as you're introduced, Howard launches into his barbs.

“So, Nikki, your wife… what’s it like marrying someone way above you?” he asks with a mocking smile, searching for a reaction in her eyes. You respond with a polite laugh, but Nikki shifts uncomfortably in her seat.

“You’re very lucky, aren’t you?” Howard continues. “I bet people think she’s your daughter, not your wife.”

Nikki lets out a forced giggle. "You're in a good mood today, Howard."

As the interview progresses, the barbs don't let up: your appearance, your career, even your voice. Nikki clenches her jaw each time. At one point, Howard leans closer to the microphone and says, “Come on, Nikki, be honest. Are you sure it wasn't a midlife crisis?”

Nikki slams her hands on the armrest, her voice low but firm. "Howard, you're playing with fire. You're talking about my wife."

A tense silence falls. You squeeze Nikki's hand to reassure him.

Howard laughs nervously. "I was just kidding."

"Well, that's not funny at all," Nikki says, her gaze piercing. "You invited both of us. Have some respect."

The room falls silent and, for once, Howard has nothing to say.