122. Tour Poster, August 1991

Guns N' F____g Roses
Wembley F____g Stadium
Sold F____g Out

110. Grunge?

It sounds like
something I’d
scrape out my ass.

Looks like
something I’d
scrape out my ass too.

13. Tracii's Version

I was the first in LA to spell my name in a wacky way.

Ask anyone.

The way it was, Guns N Roses was never going anywhere.

I shaped them.

Back then LA Guns were true kings of the Sunset scene.

Ask anyone.

But Axl had an ego and a granite chip on his shoulder.

It’s no secret.

So I bailed. But not before I’d hooked him up with the hottest

gunslingers in town.

I created Guns N' Roses but has that fucker ever thanked me?

Has he fuck.

Axl doesn’t thank anyone. Axl lives in turmoil. Axl is fucking nuts.

Ask anyone.

10. Sunset, '83.

The light is different here.
The way it permeates and
penetrates like crooked lasers
bending around buildings that
perch over the city like mirrored
watchtowers keeping all that
ugliness at bay (a barrier between
the wealthy and the needy)
it reminds me of the ants I used to
burn beneath a magnifying glass
in that godforsaken hole of
a backyard they called Indiana, 74.