JNox3
Footballguy
For Bruce Dickinson,
I had recently turned 21 and had my own apartment and access to booze. My step-brother was 17 and even though step-brothers we had become great friends and metal fans. We got tickets to the Ozzy Osbourne/Metallica (Master of Puppets) tour. My s/b was going to stay with me so we could party really hard and he wouldn't have to go home and face the parents.
We get to the concert early and even though he's 17 he can really drink. So he starts drinking everything. I keep telling him "the show isn't for like 3 hours". He keeps drinking. We go to the concert and he's smashed. We stand in the long line and he's getting crazier and starts drinking things other people have smuggled in the line. The doors still haven't opened for the concert.
The doors open and the line starts inching forward and he passes out. Pisses himself right there. People are walking over him and I'm dragging him to the side trying to get him out of the way. Someone helps me and they take him down to medical. We are there like 30 minutes and they release us.
He's still passed out and I'm driving him home and he's puking everywhere.
He wakes up the next morning and he says "I can't remember the concert" I let him know that we met the band and went back stage and were partying with Metallica. He starts freaking out and crying and then I let him know we never even made it in.
Cliff Burton dies later that year and I don't see Metallica again until like 10 years later.
I had recently turned 21 and had my own apartment and access to booze. My step-brother was 17 and even though step-brothers we had become great friends and metal fans. We got tickets to the Ozzy Osbourne/Metallica (Master of Puppets) tour. My s/b was going to stay with me so we could party really hard and he wouldn't have to go home and face the parents.
We get to the concert early and even though he's 17 he can really drink. So he starts drinking everything. I keep telling him "the show isn't for like 3 hours". He keeps drinking. We go to the concert and he's smashed. We stand in the long line and he's getting crazier and starts drinking things other people have smuggled in the line. The doors still haven't opened for the concert.
The doors open and the line starts inching forward and he passes out. Pisses himself right there. People are walking over him and I'm dragging him to the side trying to get him out of the way. Someone helps me and they take him down to medical. We are there like 30 minutes and they release us.
He's still passed out and I'm driving him home and he's puking everywhere.
He wakes up the next morning and he says "I can't remember the concert" I let him know that we met the band and went back stage and were partying with Metallica. He starts freaking out and crying and then I let him know we never even made it in.
Cliff Burton dies later that year and I don't see Metallica again until like 10 years later.
Normally I don't advocate foot-to-genital violence, but I feel like your stepbrother should let you kick him in the groin on five separate occasions because of this.
Certainly not in joke territory.