1982 - San Francisco, California.
The story begins and so does the chaos when Kirk Hammett falls in love with Zoe Mustaine...yes...Kirk Hammett falls in love with Dave Mustaine's sister.
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Monday 6:20 am
Kirk ignored the alarm clock for the second time, knowing he was already 20 minutes late, but he didn't care as he was in that unconscious stage of heavy sleep, his body rested and his eyes so pressed together that opening them was like torture.
Five minutes later the alarm clock beeped again and the responsibility made him open his eyes with hate and difficulty. Kirk yawned as he cussed trying to get out of bed. He wanted to go back to sleep, get under the covers and stay there forever.
He got up and was pulled mercilessly by his responsibilities, dragging himself with difficulty out of bed. He yawned several times and got under the cold shower, doing everything he could to wake up, but even this couldn't stop him from closing his eyes a few times, even though the cold water was falling on his back.
He got out of the shower, got dressed, took a good sip of orange juice and went outside, spending more time outside the house than in it. Kirk yawned a few times, rubbing his eyes and wondering how he could stand the routine if he woke up so early every day and didn't fall into bed until about one o'clock in the morning. But he didn't complain, like a good Scorpio, for those who believe in astrology like his older brother, but a plausible explanation also for skeptics, which defines Kirk Hammett as determined, one of those people with a tiring routine because he has a goal in mind and will only rest when he finally achieves it.
After walking for fifteen minutes through the exhausting sloping streets of San Francisco, Kirk no longer felt the morning cold and took off his jeans jacket already sighing with exhaustion as soon as 8: 15 in the morning he pushed open the door of the restaurant where he worked, popularly known as Burger King, the big trauma in which he has been a waiter for almost a year and made him stop consuming all kinds of meat, but the money is good and the hours are flexible, so he doesn't complain about having to smile, work on his diction and voice to talk to the customers without shyness or hatred, and having to tie up his hair to cover it with a cap and a fucking paper crown while taking non-stop orders.
"You're fifteen minutes late, Hammett" the manager's voice took his ears and Kirk just answered with a smile as if he wanted to say "sorry," he thought about blaming the damn streetcars that always get stuck on some corner, but everyone knew by the tiredness on his face that he got there by walking, so he just accepted that he overslept, missed the time and went to the basement to put on his apron and pass the cap to hide the long hair not allowed.
Kirk didn't understand why he needed to get to the fucking restaurant so early, just to clean tables, after all, who the fuck eats a bad burger with a frozen potato at eight o'clock in the morning? Nobody, right? But the truth is that he and the other part of the team needed to restock food, clean floors, wipe tables and other things until the diner opened and the madness of taking orders, being humiliated by customers, or by idiot teenagers commenting about his teeth or his hair, and needing to smile forcibly until his jaw hurts.
