One of a series of 28 illustrations I did for this book project for Bill Roberts' Bottle of Smoke Press.
Guns N' Roses was one of those bands that you'd see and you'd think, "Did I leave the oven on?" Or, "God, I really need to get to the dentist, I'm late for my annual checkup." Like that entire facile wave of 80s Sunset Strip Aqua Net "rock," they were sad, empty idiots. Epilated apes with Jackson guitars and a stack of xeroxed 8 1/2 x 5 1/2" flyers for their gig next Tuesday at the Roxy. Sadder still are people who were teenagers at the time and now think of that horrible shit stain on musical history as "the good old days," when music really "rocked." Shed your tears for them, my friends, for they are the truly forsaken.