Imagine the following scene:

You are a professional photographer and you are in the wild photographing beautiful creatures in their natural habitat. You are watching them eat, sleep, fornicate, whatever you have to do to get your National Geographic photo. All of a sudden your cover is blown by a female subject. You are trying to snap photos as quickly as you can before the gruff male appears. It's too late. The male subject comes flying forward with his fists of fury. Before it is all said and done you got several blurry action shots and one pissed off Axl Rose in your grill.

This is what happened last week at the Los Angeles Airport...or LAX as they call it. Axl was enroute to Asia to do a few shows with his hired axmen. His lady friend didn't like people taking her picture and apparently started fighting with the paparazzi. Axl saw the woman fighting with the photographers and came to her rescue fists a blazing.

The paparazzi deserve everything they get. I have no sympathy for those fuckups. People invading privacy of other people just because some rag mag will buy the pictures for hundreds of thousands. I would be all for Axl Rose fisting the photographers.

The part I really enjoyed about the article was this sentence:

"The rest of the band has been in Taiwan, doing rehearsals."

Basically, Axl shows up, the band is already tight and ready to go, walks on stage three hours late (as per usual) and sings his ass off. Oh to be Axl Rose for one day.