![]() ![]() I’m not, however, dealing with this bug that I seem to have caught. I’ve been able to keep it my little secret for years now. I love my guys, and one of them kind of holds my heart in his big old rocker hand. ![]() I mean it’s not like I’m in love with one of them. Taking care of them doesn’t bother me though. At times it came be damn near disgusting, especially when I have to get rid of their one night stands. I handle all the dirty work behind the scenes of a rockers life. I take care of them just as they once took care of me. In the six years since that happened I have watched over the four men that And when my monster of a mother died they took over as my guardians. When they made it big they still watched over me. Protecting me from my mother and her drunken, drug addict rages. They have watched over me from the time I was five years old. Touring with four rockers is the thing of dreams…Īt least that is what people tell me. ![]() An alternate title/cover edition can be found here. ![]()
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