Other than the creepy lady this weekend, I also ran into Metallica. No not really, but I did find a Ride the Lighting tshirt, which is about as close as I'll ever come to actually meeting them. I'm sad af.
I went to a Foreigner concert (it's my moms fav or something), and it was cool until this drunk lady came in partway through the show and sat next to me. I'll just say she was a little inconsiderate about personal space and way too touchy feely and is very lucky to still be alive after doing that to me.
Burn Out is my new fanfic about Cliff Burton, and for the time being is follower only. If you could give me some tips for writing Metallica fanfic, I will scream and thank you repeatedly for weeks.