Too Good To Be Real...?

I almost had a heart attack when I saw that afro hair in Metallica's YouTube feed. I caught a glimpse of it in a corner of the screen for just a tiny fraction of a second, and yet I knew what it was straight away.

James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich interviewing Alice In Chains for almost forty minutes. Forty fucking minutes. That's an album-long Hell of an interview. And it happened - back in 2009.

Some things seem too good to be true, and this is obviously one of them.

It seems so good, in fact, that I can't possibly force myself to listen to it, because just the idea of it makes me way too nervous and scared.

Perhaps I'll find the courage to finally do it at some point in the next few days or months.

Or perhaps I'll never listen to it, just because the idea of what this is could turn out to be better than whatever the actual thing is for real, if that makes any sense.

Of course, there is also a chance (and it's not a small one) I would absolutely love it... which is also dangerous, because I don't think my body could take such an overdose of good stuff.

Whatever the case, I'm definitely not ready to go through this just yet. At this point of my life, I'm perfectly happy just knowing that this happened and that I might eventually get the chance to hear it... if I ever feel morally prepared.

You might call me paranoid, but for me people are like Japanese sweets: I'd rather see them on picture and fantasize about how delicious they are than try them and discover they taste of azuki... or something worse. Yikes.

In fact, I see the world like a huge minefield. Underneath every thing I don't know there might or might not be a landmine waiting to blow my whole world away. The more I appreciate someone, the bigger chances are the landmines are on their field, so I take very small steps and enjoy every breath of life... because I know it could be the last one.

If you thing that's exaggerated it's only because you haven't taken a walk with me down Tokio Hotel lane. I've blown so many limbs on that field I'm barely a human being anymore. And yet I'm still alive, which is already something. And the good thing is I'm no longer scared of going down there, because, even if there are still a few landmines left unexplosioned, they can't possibly hurt me anymore. I'm a bulletproof cyborg - like the fucking Robocop.

But we're still stepping on virgin ground with Alice, and I want to enjoy the trip as much as I can before things start getting ugly. That's if they ever do. But they always do, eventually. You just have to hope you'll be able to get back up and keep walking. 

That's pretty much the story of my life.

Quoting Metallica...

Landmine has taken my sight
Taken my speech
Taken my hearing
Taken my arms
Taken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with life in Hell 

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Here's the actual video. Hit play at your own risk, but don't give me any spoilers.

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I realized today that I've been a fan of Metallica for ten years now. TEN solid fucking years, y'all.

It's been ten years since I first heard S&M and said "YEAH MAN". Ten years arguing with fans and haters alike about everything related to this band; struggling to play their songs with bandmates who apparently disliked them (like I could possibly take that in consideration LOL). Ten years since I first heard that record and decided I wanted to sing like James Hetfield... which I finally sort of achieved... even though none of you are here to hear it because you all suck.

Yes, I'm telling that to you - the guys not reading this; my firends.

You all suck.

Just so that you know.

Me wearing my Some Kind Of Monster T-shirt during a school trip back in 2004. Time really flies, man.