A Story of Metal
The day is April 11, 1983. It’s around 9 am. We are in New York.
(To keep some suspense, let’s call the subject of our story “Our Guy.”)
Our Guy had a little too much booze and drink the night before.
Our guy is a guitarist.
Three other guys; James Hatfield, Lars Ulrich and Cliff Burton came to our guy’s room. They said that our guy has been fired from the band. It was the band that our guy had co-founded.
The news is so sudden that our guy could not understand what was happening. Well, he is hung-over.
Our guy asks James when is his flight back home. James tells him that he is going home not by flight but by bus. The ticket has been booked and the bus is leaving the next hour.
James offers to drive him to the bus terminal and tells him that his guitar and other gears will follow shortly.
Agonized, our guy sits on the four-day bus ride back to home. During the bus ride, he reads anything he gets his hands upon. Because, why not? There is nothing else to do anyway. He finds a presidential campaign leaflet of Mr Alan Cranston.
A section on the leaflet reads, “The arsenal of megadeath can’t be rid!”
Right then he comes to realize his situation. He has been kicked out of his band weeks…
