The first time… Do you remember yours? Was it amazing, dismal
or somewhere in-between? Mine was option C. If you read my book ‘Crazy Chick
Magnet’, you will learn that I was a nerdy kid and I never thought that I would
ever get my chance to experience the naked charms of an attractive woman. I
remember telling a female friend of mine at age 15 about a botched attempt I
had the previous weekend with some girl I had never even seen or met before and
she asked me if I didn’t want to wait to find somebody special that would make
the moment magical. At that moment in time, my virginity felt like a backpack
filled with bricks and all I wanted to do was drop that shit with a quickness,
so I responded in turn with a, “Hell no!” She thought that was funny, but I was
dead serious. Anyway, a couple years later, I started coming into my own and I wasn’t
that same nerdy kid anymore. With that, I actually got myself a girlfriend and
she gave me my first slice of heaven on our first date. I was well aware that she
had been around a good deal before me, but experience had apparently not taught
her very much and I was left feeling like sex was dramatically overhyped. We
then continued to date for a couple of months before moving on, but sex never
got any better with her. Luckily, awesome sex was right around the corner. If
you found this even vaguely interesting, I talk more about it in my book and so
much more. Sex, love, and Rock N’ Roll is what it and I am all about.
Not going to talk about my book today. Instead I will tell you about the time I met Metallica, which I'm pretty sure wasn't in the book. It was 1989, I was 18 years old, and Metallica was my favorite band in the world at that time. Metallica was touring for the newly released 'and Justice for All' and they were touring with Queensryche. At the end of the show, I cautiously bought a backstage pass from some shady character, but luckily it turned out to be legit. Prior to this, I had no plan of doing anything after the show, so I had been moshing and stayed up near the stage where every sweaty dude in the venue rubbed up on me at one point or another. In other words, I wasn't very presentable after the show. Everyone that had a pass was then brought backstage after the venue cleared out and we waited a good hour or so, before Kirk Hammett came out. I had actually met him briefly the summer before when he came wandering near the crowd at the Monsters of Rock concert. M...
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