Hard Tyme
Greyhound tomorrow
Axe, leathers, Aqua Net: check
“Adios, Fort Wayne!”
♫You know where you are?
You’re in the jungle, baby!♬
DISHWASHER WANTED
Looks that kill, pipes too
LA’s most dangerous band
Own transport a plus
Rat and Dee can shred
Drummer Spike’s a dick, but hey
He’s got good contacts
Slayed the Troubadour
A&R guys want us bad
The chicks want us more
“You’re gonna be huge!”
“That’s why we hired you, Sal”
“Next time knock, capiche?”
“Squeeze” video shoot
The boa looks underfed
Chrissy’s cool with it
“Dude, I saw her first!”
Spike’s pissed, Dee nods off on set
Reputation sealed
MTV loves us
Sal says Trixter digs our shit
Time to hit the road
Pyrotechnics fail
Rat’s eyebrows were nearly toast
“Can you insure bangs?”
“Turn the Page” was right
Your thoughts will be wandering
“Goodnight, Milwaukee!”
Spike frowns at breakfast
“Chrissy like the ring you bought?”
“Code of the road, bro.”
Back in studio
Maybe it’s the crack talking
We sing like angels
Sales figures are low
Something called “alternative”
Sal says it’s a fad
A meeting is called
The gigs with Warrant are off
“Too late for haircuts?”
Hi Mom, Hi Major
Fishing in Alaska pays
Forwarding my mail
“A postcard arrived.”
Spike and Chrissy got married
Love really does bite