Tommy Lee is calling long-distance, but I feel like I’m partying next to him. He sounds groggy, raspy and non-stop as ever while spewing nicotine into my ear. Hell, I can practically see his bloodshot eyes on the other end of the phone. By the time I hang up the phone, I feel drunk by association. I also feel a nagging need to shower away the toxins.
Having just read Vince Neil’s autobiography, “Tattoos & Tequila,” I will now see Motley Crue through different eyes. To be perfectly blunt, and perhaps not surprisingly, Vince hates his band mates and views the Crue as a marriage that continues for the sake of the kids.