Even now as I walk these streets alone I can sense the fear of many people. But it's not fear of me. Many I can see are paranoid. They've heard of what I do. What I've done. It's not a fear of me exactly. I can see some of them frantically look around. I can feel their hearts beat as I move. I sense it. Even when I am something of the dark, I move in broad daylight. But if I didn't have the pendant of light around my neck and hidden under my shirt, I'd burn and become ash as if any other of my kind would. It's just another day. Nothing is out of the ordinary. Or so it would seem. As I walk, I'm suddenly grabbed by the hood of my black sweatshirt and yanked backwards off of my feet. The force of is a dead giveaway of who's grabbed me. The name rolls into mind and I immediately seeth with rage. James Alan Hetfield. The werewolf. Mangy fucking mutt.

It's 1992 and Jason Newsted has finally been accepted into Metallica as a true member of the family. Things between him and James Hetfield are finally getting better. But then James gets into an accident, and the past seven years of his memory is gone; he wakes up thinking it's 1985. Will he recover? Can he go through the pain of Cliff's death - again? And most of all, what will happen to his newly stabilized relationship with Jason?

This is just gonna be a book full of pics of the Metallica bois and sometimes random parts not Metallica related 👌👌