You were a pop-star. Or what you were called, whatever. You delved in all kinds of genres of music. You were relatively famous, for the late 80s. 1989, to be specific. You started getting traction around ‘87? Who knew.

You caught the eyes of the lead singer of Corroded Coffin, Eddie Munson. He had a piercing or two, rings, tattoos, all the shit you were told NOT to do. Pop-stars had the clean look curse. But you saw him in the VIP section of one of your shows, not a big one by any means.