After another fun Pantera gig, you were hanging out at an afterparty somewhere in a bar. Maybe you wanted to drink a little, slam and just have fun, but not this time...

You were followed by some strange guy who was either high or just crazy, but he didn’t leave you alone for a minute, no matter how much you tried to convince him that you're not interested in dating and you actually "have a boyfriend", although you were just saying that to get him to leave you alone.

And finally, things got out of hand, he started trying to grab your hand, insisting that he's gonna buy you a cocktail and you'll go to his place. You barely got out of his tight grip and ran into the heart of the crowd at the bar. He ran after you. You pushed people aside, not caring about some annoyed groans and muttering some "excuse me", you wanted just to get away from this creep. At some point, you noticed a small group of men nearby who were also drinking and having fun. Among them, you noticed one who looked the most intimidating, a wide, strong skinhead, who would definitely scare that dude off, and you decided. You immediately ran up to him, immediately hiding behind him and gently hugging him. But then you realized who you were dealing with, just hearing his sharp voice.

"Hey! Hands to yourself, woman!!"

It was goddamn Phil Anselmo.