Okay, I'm Late With The Rock n Roll Story
Click "I Like This " anyway because it's a cool story.
So anyway, there I was, walking through Manhattan's Greenwich Village. It was Halloween night, 1992. I had just marched in the NYC Halloween Parade and was on my way to meet several friends for a showing of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. I was in costume - as Slash, from Guns n' Roses. I had the wig, the hat, even the cigarette (I don't smoke them. It was just there for effect). I was also tripping on seven - that's right, SEVEN - hits of acid. It's the most I'd ever done, or ever have since.
I wasn't very coherent, but I knew my way around the Village, and made it to the theater fine. On the way, though, this guy stopped me, complimented me on my costume, and asked me did I know who he was.
Well I sure as hell did - it was Lars Ulrich! Bear in mind, of course, that in '92, Metallica didn't suck like they do now.
Well my eyes widened. The guy realized that a mob scene would ensue if I yelled out his name, so he assured me that he was actually Lars' identical cousin. And you know what? On seven hits of LSD, I was just impressionable to believe that. So I nodded, accepted his compliment on my Halloween costume, and went on to the movie, where I met my friends and was offered a few phone numbers of metal head chicks.
The only thing is that to this day, I don't know whether that was Lars, or a drug induced hallucination.
(evilsausage, Wed 12 Jul 2006, 5:40, Reply)