This is Sid and Nancy. For those of you who don't have a brain Sid Vicious was the bassist in the Sex Pistols. Vicious is the crack to my cocaine, i'd do terrible terrible unholy things just to touch his rotting corpse. My obsession with the couple is not just because of there sex, drugs and rock and roll appeal (which is sexy as fuck) but also all the mystery that comes with them. October 12 1978 is the day that Nancy Sprungen was found stabbed and crinkled up on the bathroom floor. Peoples initial thought was that Sid murdered her, personally i don't believe he did. She was a crazy bitch from the moment she was born, and i wouldn't be surprised if it was her own doing. Some also think that the drug dealers that stopped by the Chelsea hotel where her body was found in NYC that night could have had something to do with it. Sadly we will never know how Nancy died, because only a few months later sid vicious died of a drug overdose before he even went to court. He had a note in his pocket when he died which was nauseatingly adorable: "we had a death pact, i have to keep my half of the bargain. Please bury me next to my baby, bury me in my leather jacket, jeans and motor cycle boots".
So i may be in love with a dead man, who gives a fuck? He was the bassist for the fucking sex pistols. Hopefully there is somebody else out there who has a little vicious in him.
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