Summary of Tommy Lee, Vince Neil, Nikki Sixx & Mick Mars's The Dirt

By IRB Media

Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.

Book Preview: #1 I lived with Tommy and his girlfriend, Nikki, in 1981. We were broke, with only a few decimated possessions to our name. We couldn’t afford to repair the window, so we left it broken. The house was crawling with vermin.

#2 We lived in a house with a small kitchen sink, a bathroom with no toilet paper, and a bedroom with a mirrored closet. We thought we were very cool because we had a mirrored door on our closet.

#3 I used to tell them that they would get caught doing stuff. I had a place in Manhattan Beach with my girlfriend. I was never into hanging out at that house. I had done that, seen it. I’d been over twenty-one for a long time and they were still like eighteen.

• Language: English
• Publisher: IRB Media
• Release date: Mar 4, 2022
• ISBN: 9781669356059

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Insights on Tommy Lee, Vince Neil and Nikki Sixx & Mick Mars's The Dirt

Contents

Insights from Chapter 1

Insights from Chapter 2

Insights from Chapter 3

Insights from Chapter 4

Insights from Chapter 5

Insights from Chapter 6

Insights from Chapter 7

Insights from Chapter 8

Insights from Chapter 9

Insights from Chapter 10

Insights from Chapter 11

Insights from Chapter 12

Insights from Chapter 13

Insights from Chapter 1

#1

I lived with Tommy and his girlfriend, Nikki, in 1981. We were broke, with only a few decimated possessions to our name. We couldn’t afford to repair the window, so we left it broken. The house was crawling with vermin.

#2

We lived in a house with a small kitchen sink, a bathroom with no toilet paper, and a bedroom with a mirrored closet. We thought we were very cool because we had a mirrored door on our closet.

#3

I used to tell them that they would get caught doing stuff. I had a place in Manhattan Beach with my girlfriend. I was never into hanging out at that house. I had done that, seen it. I’d been over twenty-one for a long time and they were still like eighteen.

Insights from Chapter 2

#1

I was born on December 11, 1958, in San Jose. I was as early as I could be, and, even back then, probably still up from the night before. My mother had about as much luck with names as she did with men.

#2

I had no memories of a broken home, because I had no memories of a home other than my mother and me. We lived on the ninth floor of the St. James Club on Sunset Boulevard. When I was four, my mother married Vinny, and we moved to Lake Tahoe.

#3

I had a very difficult time making friends in school, and I felt out of place whenever I was around other kids my age. I eventually grew to like El Paso because I began spending time with Victor, a hyperactive Mexican boy who lived across the street.

#4

I was raised in El Paso, Texas, and after a year of living there, my grandparents decided that raising pigs wasn’t the road to riches they had thought it would be. So they told me we would be moving back to Idaho, next to a silage pit. I was ecstatic.

#5

I began to get picked on at school, and I had to fight back with my fists. I was a defensive end on the football team, and I loved hurting other kids. I had music through football, and I spent all my time listening to it.

#6

I had sex for the first time and discovered that it was like masturbation, but a lot more work. I began hanging out with the classy kids, like a three-hundred-pound Mexican named Bubba Smith.

#7

I had to move out and live with my mother, who had married a Mexican man named Ramone. I went to live with them in Seattle, where I met a rocker named Rick Van Zant, who taught me how to play the guitar. I was ready to rock.

#8

I began selling drugs to buy clothes, and I was soon a bona fide punk rocker. I was called Alice Bowie by a group of black kids who blockaded the hallway to keep me from passing school. I sold drugs all the time, stole stuff, got in fights, and fried on acid.

#9

I was kicked out of seven schools in eleven years, and I was still not going anywhere. I was depressed, and I spent my days under the 22nd Street bridge, where all the other burnouts and dropouts killed time. I was selling mescaline outside concerts to make money.

#10

I had to leave Seattle and go to Jerome, which is in Idaho. I sold my only bass guitar for money to buy drugs to peddle. I then called my mother and asked her to