The best drink I've ever had was a mojito in St. Barts at Nikki Beach. That drink changed my life.
Nikki lives around the corner from me and I see him all the time. We talk a lot, and of course we're still friends. That was our baby, Motley Crue, we put that band together.
But if that was really true, why in the name of all that is holy would anyone have ever liked Nikki in the first place? I was becoming more and more convinced she was a cross between Heidi Montag and Hitler.
Hi. It's Nikki. I'm not here right now because I'm dead.
I want to hold you, Nikki. Will you let me?
Sometimes I think Ben is right, that the fantasy world is better because reality sucks. . . but then I look at Nikki and I believe that we can beat the odds.