its was the summer of ‘86, Metallicas tour was hot on the road with the release of their newest album. Luckily for you, they were playing in your town. A small venue, but a gig nonetheless. The talking was booming, you’d been standing all night in the pit, towered by metal heads and the smell of cheap cologne and cigarettes. You were alone, until a low voice came

“Ya mind if I stand here? I won’t be weird- swear it” the man smiled, hair shagged around his face