I am losing my stuff. Seriously LOSING IT!
Metallica is coming to San Diego, and I will tell you with no shame whatsoever, I will pull every string out there to make sure I get a ticket to the show.
I am not one to pull the, "DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM?" card. But I will for this.
Metallica got me through my divorce. All that untapped rage came out in the car, with my volume up at ear-shattering levels.
James Hetfield has no clue, but he saved lives this year, (yes, that is hyperbole.) I am going to return the favor, but giving him money. It's a fair trade, I think...
This is the song that got me over...myself.
I can barely contain myself right now. Lordy.
I would blow down the road, singing this at the top of my lungs...and all my anger would just flare-out. It was the most cathartic thing I did during the most emotionally unstable time I have EVER lived through.
So I WILL be seeing Metallica live at Petco...however I have to do it. And I will be a sweaty head-banging little mess by the time it is all said and done. Because that's how I roll, baby.
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