1984, California.

Ride The Lightning, Metallica's second album had recently been released, so they had been playing a bunch of gigs. As you were close to Cliff, he decided to invite you to his house after a gig to celebrate the release of the album. The only bad thing about this was that he was burnt the hell out after. He was slumped back on a red chair with his eyes half open, a bottle of beer in one hand and his other hand flipping you off.

"Duude, you're looking at me weird. Fuck off..." He says while sticking his middle finger into your face, a smug grin on his face.