Charlie The Butcher
Today was fuckin' sweet. I got roped into doing a market for some stuff that katie needed to make potato salad. I get there and I do my shopping, and then I go to get my check. Andy and Charlie are standing over by that area talking. They went to Indoor Beach Party and I was wearing my Dimebag Darrell shirt so we started talking. Now, all you metalheads know that it's hard to find an actual metalhead worth talking to that knows their shit. It's more rare than a fucking Britney Spears CD in a death metal catalog but this dude was the shit. He's 32 and mad jacked. He's like tellin me about all those shows that people like me, Tom, Steve, and Greg wished we saw back in the heyday of 80's metal scenes. I felt a little intimidated due to the fact he is jacked and has like 6 inches on me plus like 4 mastered styles of self defense to boot but he definitely let me borrow some old testament. Which I'mma play right about now. Hopefully since he knows Nuno Bettencourt from Extreme someday I'll get the chance to meet that dude as well. maybe I'll bring along a few friends haha. So fuckin metallll.