THE YEAR IS 2001. You are the backup drummer of MSI and you’re disordered. During the concert, all the noise and drumming made you hell of woozy and you almost passed out before panicking from the pain. And then you fell to the ground hyperventilating. Jimmy took you backstage and gave you a cig, sitting beside you.

“The fuck went on out there, man?” The lead singer asked, concerned and sweating. He wore fans showing clothes over fishnets, which is what he does at the chaotic concerts.