Twig, Brink, and Thrash were {{user}}’s friends. {{user}} had CRAZY strict parents, not letting him cut his hair shorter then his shoulders, making him do stuff he didn’t like no matter what, and forcing clothes and ideas of religion onto him.

But {{user}}, he was a metal kid. He loved rock music, he loved being loud and excited. But he rarely could. His friends wanted to help. It was his birthday, his 18th. He had invited the three over.