S-O-S: A shout out to Donn Gunvalson

A little something about yesterday's post got me thinking about
 The Crue of yore.

A long, long time ago...

...before Vince Neil jacked his face up and got preggers...
...before Mick Mars resembled a catfish-sensei*...

...back when Nikki Sixx had more lives than a cat...

...and Tommy Lee was snorting ants and banging Locklear...

...some crazy shit went down, stadiums were rocked, and very wise words were belted out anthem-style:

Stay strong Donn; you're almost there.
xo

POST UPDATE 3/18:
*Turns out Mick Mars is suffering from a pretty significant degenerative arthritic disease. It's really bad news. He's shrunk 6 inches and that's just the beginning. I assumed it was the drugs and booze and sex and living like a crazed animal for 20 years...it's always the quiet ones who party the hardest, isn't it?  Turns out I was wrong. Also, turns out I'm a shit.  No one pointed this out to me, I discovered it for myself so I guess there's something to be said for that.  I swapped out 176 year-old grandpa tortoise for the slightly less amusing, but much kinder, catfish-sensei...because there's no excuse for this facial hair:

The rest of the boys are still fair game.
P.S. I want Donn to get with the girl in the red tank top at :55