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Sixx, Nicki of Mötley Crüe – Out of body from a heroin overdose
Identifier
027340
Type of Spiritual Experience
Background
Some have called this a near death experience, but although he may indeed have died if the medics had not arrived, it never got that far and all that happened was he went out of body
A description of the experience
The Dirt: Confessions of the World’s Most Notorious Rock Band - by Tommy Lee, Vince Neil, Nikki Sixx, and Mick Mars
[Nikki] We drove to the Cathouse, raised hell and staggered back to the limo, with hordes of fans tailing us. Back at the Franklin, Robbin’s dealer was waiting. He said he had gotten some sweet Persian heroin while we were gone and asked if I wanted some.
‘Yeah’, I told him. ‘But you do it’.
By that point in the evening I was too sloppy fucked up to get myself off. The only time I had let someone else shoot me up before was in the tenement in Hammersmith, where I was almost thrown out with the trash.
He rolled up my sleeve, tied off my arm with a rubber tube and plunged the Persian into my veins. The heroin raced to my heart, exploded all over my body, and in an instant I was blue.
I lost consciousness.
When I opened my eyes, everything was a blur of light, colour and motion. I was on my back, moving through some kind of corridor. Sounds whooshed in and out of my ears, unrecognisable at first, until a voice slowly emerged out of the white noise.
‘We’re losing him, we’re losing him’ it said.
I tried to sit up to figure out what was going on. I thought it would be hard to lift my body. But to my surprise, I shot upright, as if I weighed nothing. Then it felt as if something very gentle was grabbing my head and pulling me upward. Above me, everything was bright white. I looked down and realised I had left my body.
Nikki Sixx – or the filthy, tattooed container that had once held him – was lying covered face to toe with a sheet on a gurney being pushed by medics into an ambulance.
The fans who had been following us all night were crowded into the street, craning to see what was going on…….
Something not as gentle as the hand on my head, something rough and impatient, grabbed my foot. And in an instant I shot down through the air, through the roof of the ambulance and landed with a painful jerk back into my body. I struggled to open my eyes and saw adrenaline needles – not one like in Pup Fiction, but two….