Guitar World Magazine 96'

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June 29th, 1996

  After the amazing sex, Darrell and I did sit down and further talked about what had happened. From there Darrell understood where he fucked up while I also learned to better communicate with my man. We didn't want jealousy to tear us apart, especially when talking out our problems could quickly fix the problem. I forgave Darrell and we chose to move on. I made the decision to continue staying on tour along Darrell's side. Was this hard for me to overcome? Of course, even after us discussing the issue out, at the end of the day my husband had another woman's lip on him. The image of the lipstick smear will always be burned in the back of my brain. 

  I did in fact threaten the safety of his balls the next time he ever allowed another woman to do that again. You know, making sure I got my point across. Lines were crossed and now we both were more self-aware of what was expected out of each other in this "marriage" we had created for ourselves. A marriage and bond that we made so very clear was a lifelong one, till death do us part. 

   "Mm, god damn," I moaned to myself with no shame, not really giving those around me much attention. Laying up against Vinnie along the bus couch, reading through one of Darrell's guitar magazines he had laying around, "researching" our competition. Darrell stopped mid walk and frowned down at me, "what the fuck are you reading?" snatching the magazine out of my hands. Darrell pulled the pages apart on where I was, "the fuck is this shit to you, porn?" looking annoyed when he saw the two pages of James Hetfield's interview that I was reading. Picking my head up to look at him, "it's the long hair he had and those big arms that do it for me," trying to justify my behavior. Only to giggle when I watched in how frustrated he was of the offensive magazine. I felt Vinnie's body shake, "clearly your old lady has a type," he tried his best to hold his laughter in. Darrell frowned at his older brother and tossed the magazine far away from me, he was starting to regret every buying it.

  "Yeah, well I can clearly remember our last interaction with Hetfield back in 91' and how he looked at her," Darrell groaned. Wow, that was almost 5 years ago, and he is still irritated by that. I guess that day hurt us both. Sensing it was time to stop teasing the poor man, I sat up and slapped Vinnie's chest when I noticed he was still chuckling at his little brother's tantrum. Vinnie stopped but frowned while rubbing the sore spot. "Well shame that they are pretty much tied to us, isn't it?" Vinnie asked, his eyes falling on his brother who sat across from us. I looked between the brothers, remembering that they had history with Metallica. 

  Turning more towards the drummer since my lovely husband wasn't going to say anything on the topic, "what are you talking about "tied"?" watching Vinnie's face closely. It was almost like he was unsure if he should even talk about it to me or not, clearly Darrell was annoyed. I glared at my brother-in-law which finally had him cave, "you know your home girl knows them right?" he finally replied. My brows shot up, oh this just got interesting, "wait, Rita knows them?" Vinnie nodded his response. "That bitch," I thought to myself. Darrell sighed heavily, propping his elbow on the table before leaning his chin within his hand. 

  Sensing that Vinnie wasn't going to say much more, I turned back to Darrell and saw that he was ready to change the topic. Darrell knew me though; he knew that I wanted more answers than a simple nod. Another sigh escaped him before he rubbed his face, looking back over me while I sat waiting. Would this be a smart time to tell him that his brother had been teaching me a few Metallica songs on the drums during our off time together? "We have known the guys from Metallica since the early 80's. Rita actually was the one who introduced us to them, her cousin had worked for them during the time." Darrell finally explained further. I watched him look at the beer that sat in his hand before he held it up to take a pull from the bottle. I frowned, "if you have known them for so long, why do you not like James? Had something happened?" daring to ask and push the sensitive topic.

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