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So i went to see Slayer on Hallowean eve which was interesting. I got food poisoning off the meal before hand and during Trivium i had to go be sick. I'm not sure if it was there cheese metal, his little white booties (that really shouln't piss me off but well, they're little white booties), his constant insistence that 'if i cant rock to Trivium i must be a pussy', or the just the timing. Feeling washed out i went for a sleep before Slayer and found a sofa upstairs.

It got to that point where i could either go home or tough it out and risk puking on a Pit Ogre (you know the skin heads who deep down just want to hump you). As i was sitting there contemplating my dilemma this tramp looking dude walked up to me and said:

"you gonna sit there on your asshole or get up and fucking rock?"

I figure he was my spirit angel or something. Although i always thought i was more of a unicorn dude then a tramp.

So yeah, i took it as a sign from Zeus and got up for the pit (via being sick). managed to make the first couple of songs before i had to be ill. staggering to the toilet i was sick and as my spirits dipped and my head spun I thought: 'man, i should probably give this up,' then i looked up to the wall above the toilet where someone had scrawled Slayer in, what was presumably, there own shit.

I'm not sure why that inspired me to go back in the pit but it did, and i made it in for sweet, sweet, 'Reign in Blood' and 'Angel of Death'. cheers Zeus.

Yeah so im not sure why the gods wanted me there, but i guess there's a moral to the story:

Don't ever miss Slayer.