You come to this neutral zone to meet with your former bandmates and a therapist to discuss what has been the single most defining, notorious, upsetting, relevant, and formative experience of your entire life - and it's not like your life has been a piece of cake. You had an abusive, alcoholic dad whom you never had the opportunity to confront before he died, you were raised in a religion that alienated you from your peers, you got shoved off onto your sister and her abusive husband like an afterthought, you've been a drug addict for fifteen years, you may or may not have attempted suidice depending on whether you feel like telling yourself it was an accident or not at any given point. It's been a lot.
And here you are. You're ready to put it all out there. You're ready to say your peace, to try to come to terms with what happened.
It's just Lars there when you arrive. Lars and this Phil guy, and a camera crew. No James.
No Cliff, obviously.
No James, though, and that makes the bottom drop out below you when you realize the cathartic experience you had hoped would rid you of your demons will not be everything you imagined. The one person you liked best, the one you called your "brother", who, despite your similarities and your friendship, kicked you out on your ass right along with Lars.
Because James is in rehab. One more alcoholic you won't have the chance of confronting.
And. It's two days. TWO days after 9/11.
And. It's your 40th birthday. The big 4-0. Now you're over the hill.
I'm in love with it. KIRK AND ROB UNPROBLEMATIC KINGS AND I HAVE A NEW FOUND LOVE FOR ROB OMG WHEN HE GOT EXITED TO BE IN THE BAND WAS SO CUTE AND LARS' DAD SLAYED HONESTLY AND JAMES AND LARS JUST CAME AT EACHOTHER AND WHEN DAVE SAID "I MISS MY LITTLE DANISH FRIEND" I FELT THAT ANDNEHSJWBDJSSSHSHS- I could go on for hours
No fucking idea why that clip from Some Kind of Monster where Kirk is playing a riff and Lars says “It sounds stock to my ears!” is so goddamn funny to me. Like, I laugh uncontrollably and bang my hand on the table every time I see it. I think it’s the way he says it and the fact Lars has the dopiest dude-bro/valley-girl hybrid accent.
Instead of answering, Ruffnut simply looks back down at the games drawn on the ground and rips the knife from her brother’s hand for her turn. Astrid turns away from her and finds the next target.
She can’t believe something so disgusting happened to her best human friend, the boy she has a crush on. She can’t believe he didn’t tell her that he was in pain. And she can’t believe that she didn’t notice a thing.
Screaming at the top of her lungs, she throws her axe and oblirates her target.
It's a weird world. Where basically you can be upset and go on a simple fucking drive to solve some kind of soul searching, but today was different. Small issues in my home life cause me to be on a downward spiral. First 20 minutes of my ride were cool calm and collected. Blasting Deftones-Change while the rage of the day built up inside me. Slowly feeling myself become either on the rage side or upset side. Couldn't really tell quite at this point. I hit exit for Wade Green and i literally felt the rage building. I keep taking turns and enjoying the feeling of it burn through my veins. A little further into my ride i feel the burning intensify worse than i've ever felt. I immediately start crying. It was a weird mix of emotions that i've never felt. Before i knew it, I started turning on roads i knew had the curviest turns and decent amount of traffic. I had some level of consciousness until i hit a turn and felt an emotional blackout. I was crying so hard at that point that i couldn't see along with my mind racing from blacking out from any kind of normal thinking. As i am racing down Harmony Grove Rd, one of the curviest roads from Bartow to Paulding county i felt myself loosing grip on the wheel. I couldn't tell if it was some kind of troubled 13 year old in me that knew what the easiest was to no pain was or if i was serious. I cannot believe i was so close to death. I called my childhood best friend due to me quite literally scaring my partially conscious side. I swerved when i answered due to not being clear on my intentions of the call. I swear somewhere deep inside i wanted to crash. Subconsciously, i wanted to. I wasn't sure, but maybe.