Tommyland

Tommyland

Tommy Lee

Language: English

Pages: 288

ISBN: 0743483448

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Now in paperback, the New York Times bestseller in which rock and roll's most notorious bad boy bares it all—and boy is there a lot to bare!

I am Tommy Lee, born Thomas Lee Bass in Athens, Greece, on October 3, 1962, and raised in a suburb of California by an American father and a Greek mother. At seventeen, I joined Mötley Crüe and we became one of the baddest-ass rock bands in history. We sold over 40 million albums, we wreaked havoc, we scared parents, and we titillated too many fathers' daughters. I've been married three times: once for just a few days to a Penthouse Pet, for seven years to Heather Locklear, and then for five years to Pamela Anderson, with whom I have two beautiful sons. I've gotten into a lot of fights and I've been to jail a few times.

But this book isn't your typical journey in a straight line from day one to day now. I'm more interested in revealing what's most important about my life, like how I cook my steaks; what I think of the tabloids, the truth, my ex-wives, my ex-band, my music; and what an innocent observer might find hanging around my house any given Sunday. You'll get plenty of facts and I'll tell you a story, but my real mission here is to paint you a picture of my life. I want to show you how my memories smell.

I'd like to get into it now, so please take your seats. I advise you to keep your arms and legs inside the car at all times. If you have a pacemaker, a heart condition, or if you are pregnant or too damn short to reach the safety bar, I ask that you turn back immediately. Those with weak stomachs, strict morals, or chronic indigestion should put the book down now. For the rest of you, there's one truth that's real across the board: What you send out is what you get back. Send out the good, people, and it will come back to you. There's another thing I've learned over the years, in court, in fights, and in arguments with people I love: There isn't one truth, there are many. This book is my truth.

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was my earrings that freaked him out. By the time I was sixteen, I had pierced both ears and usually wore a long feather in one of them. One night, our family was at the dinner table chowing down and my dad stopped everything dead. He was like, “Is that an earring, Tom?” I usually tried to cover the feather with my hair when he was around but that time he saw that shit sticking out. He wasn’t a yeller; my dad said what he needed to say with his looks. He sat there, pretty calm, his expression

They loved the water and I loved swimming with them. They’d splash around and giggle and then freak out for a second when I’d dunk them. It was amazing to see that much joy and surprise in their expressions. To this day, I can’t keep them out of the pool. I’ve had to invent a rule, the raisin check: The little guys show me their hands and when their fingers are more wrinkled than an elephant’s ass, I say, “All right dudes, out of the pool.” My two boys are so close in age that it didn’t take

They loved the water and I loved swimming with them. They’d splash around and giggle and then freak out for a second when I’d dunk them. It was amazing to see that much joy and surprise in their expressions. To this day, I can’t keep them out of the pool. I’ve had to invent a rule, the raisin check: The little guys show me their hands and when their fingers are more wrinkled than an elephant’s ass, I say, “All right dudes, out of the pool.” My two boys are so close in age that it didn’t take

when we have an orgasm, which can be lethal when one foot is on a gas pedal and you can’t see because there are tits in your face. And that is no way to drive down the freeway. But never fear. Some sex-maniac engineer at Mercedes has figured out a way around that problem. In the two-seat convertible I have there’s a computer that monitors how close you are to the car in front, behind, and to the sides of you. When you put on the cruise control you can tell it how many feet to stay away from the

book is going to be all truth, I promise you, whether the world can handle it or not. But dude, you’re bringing back bad memories with that court talk. Don’t you remember jail? Go easy, I haven’t even had my coffee yet. Dick:="9%" Okay, but I’m glad you’re going to be honest, amigo. I’m glad you’re ready to publicly admit that I’m ="9%"way="9%" more famous than you. We both know that I’m the star and you’re the personal assistant, that I’m Batman and you’re Robin. Tommy:="9%" Bro, that

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