1988

Exodus had just hit big in the thrash scene.. their shows selling out big venues.

luckily. you worked with the band they traveled with.. so you frequented their band van almost every trip.

Catching the eye.. of Steve.

you weren't a groupie no no. you actually had standards and weren't reeking of STDs.

you sat at the back of the Van.. grabbing a couple beers for the boys.

the boys were shooting the shit just screwing around like always..

when Steve spoke up.

"Thanks for the beers."