There comes a time in every girl's life, when she has to choose good or choose bad. Amy Asbury chose bad, hands down. Good meant wallflowers, secretaries and subservient wives. Bad meant power- and a possible escape from a life of secrets. At twelve years old she was trying to make sense of a drug-addicted father and his disturbing behavior. By fifteen she was dealing with horrendous depression, blackouts and rape. At sixteen she was in a mental institution for suicidal tendencies and violent behavior. She knew she could never be normal. The only place for a girl like her was Hollywood. Read the true story of the social ascent (and eventual decline) of a girl in the Sunset Strip music scene of the early 1990's. From crazy parties to glittered junkies and man-eating strippers, Amy has chronicled what life was like back in the days of excess and debauchery. It is not just a fascinating look into an amusing time in pop culture, but also details the mindset of a young woman trying to find confidence and self-worth in a life full of pain and chaos. The party came screeching to a halt when the Grunge movement took over and heroin became more prominent. How far off track can a person go before it's too late?

True story of Author Amy Asbury in the 90s! Fresh from the Sunset Strip in Hollywood, Amy and her friends were at a crossroads. The grunge scene took over and left their hair band crowd in the dust. Where to go? What to do? It was as if a three-year-long party had just been broken up and no one remembered where they lived. Everyone was left with an identity crisis. Those who turned to drugs found themselves spinning out of control, especially Amy's friend Birdie. The Sunset Strip girls migrated into the mainstream L.A. club scene and took over the V.I.P. rooms. Read about lots of run-ins with 1990's stars like Anna Nicole Smith, Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson, among many others. What happened inside the clubs? Read about the insane nights of young twenty-somethings on the loose in Los Angeles. When Amy became overwhelmed by L.A., she headed for Aspen, Colorado. Read about the total chaos inside the closed doors of Aspen ski lodges, where cocaine was king. The death of a close friend caused her to sink into an ugly depression. Will she turn to drugs to comfort herself? Confetti Covered Quicksand is a true story of a girl in Los Angeles, trying to survive on her looks and struggling with her identity. It is about using drugs and alcohol to cover up pain and humiliation. Can she find happiness in the emptiest, numbest city in the world?

Two girls from different families grow from ages six to sixteen in the 1980s. Movies, T.V. shows, top radio hits, best MTV videos, fashion, toys, and the real-life events that occurred alongside it all. Relive the decade from beginning to end.

Mosh pits, Venice Beach, raves, mind-blowing concerts, snowboarding, hipster record stores...This was the 90's for Becky Asbury. She was part of Generation X, the MTV generation. They were the first generation to be heavily affected by divorce and broken homes. They were the generation whose mothers went back to work in droves. The generation of many latch-key kids, raised in after-school programs. They grew up searching for their identity. They were numb, they were bored, they were angry, cynical, and alienated. They were called unfocused, uncommitted, apathetic slackers. But the truth was, they were lost. SMELLS LIKE is a true story about a girl who came from a typical eighties middle-class family and what happened after her home life was shattered. Some kids ran off and caused chaos, but Becky Asbury turned quietly to drugs, namely Crystal Meth. How did she get drugs? What did it feel like to do them? What did it do to her physically and mentally? Read true diary entries from the life of a girl in 1990's Los Angeles trying to figure out who she was; working in record stores, listening to Grunge, and all the while wishing she could get it together and become a ballet dancer. Grab your flannel shirt and put in your nose ring, it's time to dive back into the decade that reminded us that sometimes you have to lose yourself in order to find yourself.

Asbury takes on the lesser-known issues of growing up in the 1980s such as creepy pervs in cars and overly sultry sixth graders. Among these lively essays are the questions of 1980's pop culture: Why did Simon LeBon's sexy stare work straight through the TV? Why did Cabbage Patch Kids start to run out of good names like Jennifer and start coming out with names like Bertha and Edna? It's time to dive into the world of the Valley Girl.

If you have Read Amy Asbury's other books, you will know she tells it like it is, no matter how embarrassing or bizarre. The White Sheep is a group of stories for those who wanted to know what happened to her after The Sunset Strip Diaries and Confetti Covered Quicksand.Sometimes, even when things look good on paper, they can go horribly awry. Amy moved to a beautiful beach town with her toddler and husband, and tried to fit in. Epic Fail.The death of her father brought her a lot of confusion - who was this man? Her mother's new interest in her life was uncomfortable and didn't feel right. Worst of all, her sister started dating a new man that gave Amy a sharp jolt in her stomach- something was...off.But the biggest surprise of her earlymotherhood years? Finding a lump in her breast...

Step back into the nostalgia of a Gen X childhood in this captivating book that reminisces about the simpler times of growing up in the 70s and 80s. Amongst these lively essays are the questions of 80's pop culture: Why did Simon LeBon's sexy stare work straight through the TV? Why did Cabbage Patch Kids start to run out of good names like Jennifer and start coming out with names like Bertha and Edna? Why did we love camel-toe inducing designer jeans? Why did the bass of "Billie Jean" make us stop in our tracks like a dog hearing a silent whistle? Why did a boy's entire social life depend solely on his kickball skills? Read about fights with neighborhood kids, taking down bullies and trying to fit in with the cool chicks. Slumber party games, crushes, scary teachers, rivals, finding one's talent (double joints, rolling tongue or wonky eye tricks), and forays into capitalism in the way of lop-sided homemade carnivals and melty sno-cone stands. From playing outside until the streetlights came on to trading stickers and candy, this book takes you on a journey through the pop culture, fads, and experiences that defined a generation. Whether you're a fellow Gen Xer reliving cherished memories or a curious reader discovering a bygone era, this book is a delightful trip down memory lane.

Larger book, larger print and now with color pictures! Terrible, old pictures, but pictures nonetheless! You've read about all of the rock stars on the Sunset Strip; what about all of the people around them? Get all the details in The Sunset Strip Diaries! There comes a time in every girl's life, when she has to choose good or choose bad. Amy Asbury chose bad, hands down. Good meant wallflowers, secretaries and subservient wives. Bad meant power- and a possible escape from a life of secrets. At twelve years old she was trying to make sense of a drug-addicted father and his disturbing behavior. By fifteen she was dealing with horrendous depression, blackouts and rape. At sixteen she was in a mental institution for suicidal tendencies and violent behavior. She knew she could never be normal. The only place for a girl like her was Hollywood. Read the true story of the social ascent (and eventual decline) of a girl in the Sunset Strip music scene of the early 1990's. From crazy parties to glittered junkies and man-eating strippers, Amy has chronicled what life was like back in the days of excess and debauchery. It is not just a fascinating look into an amusing time in pop culture, but also details the mindset of a young woman trying to find confidence and self-worth in a life full of pain and chaos. The party came screeching to a halt when the Grunge movement took over and heroin became more prominent. How far off track can a person go before it's too late?