Review for Poprocks and Pizza

Poprocks and Pizza

(#) punk73lover 2009-05-03

Axl Rose slid across the cracked seats of the bus and stared at the relatively flat, unknown land of Indiana. It had been years since he dared to come back to this place, but duty had called. His mother was dead, and his step-father, of all people, had asked him to come. L. Stephen Bailey and his step-son, W. Axl Rose, had not seen each other in nearly thirty years, and now the former wanted the latter back.

Wonderful, Axl thought, shaking back his long, thick, strawberry mane. He hated this place, and here he was, being dragged back. He had fought so hard as a teenager to get away from this place and his mother's sadistic husband.

He walked along the streets of Lafayette, flinching visibly every time he saw a place he'd been forced to go as a child. Church, the store, everything brought horrible memories of what his step-father had done to him. He remembered crying every time his mom had to leave because it meant another night of pain and torture. When he was younger, he didn't understand what was going on. Hell, his step-father had tried to convince him that it was okay to be touched the way he was being touched, that it was okay if it hurt a little at first, but that it would get better with time. Axl knew the fucker was lying, but he couldn't do anything about it. Every night, he was subjected to more and more twisted shit un