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Chapter 1.

Through the vale of a dream I awoke to the sound of wind rapping the branches of the trees against my window. My eyes opened quickly and I quickly looked around my room. It was dark but I could see the band posters on the walls, the poems scribbled in Sharpie ink on the blank parts of the wall, the stereo speakers in the corners of my room and my BC Rich Warlock guitar with a Marshall amp next to my bed. I was sweating profusely. I probably had a nightmare or something. I immediately looked at the clock. It Read 6:30 AM in the neon green numbers that I was used to seeing. I groaned and slid out of bed. I grabbed my KoRn tee-shirt and pulled on a pair of baggy Diesel jeans with ripped legs. I walked to the closet and pulled on a sweatshirt with the words "Black Magic" written in Olde Gothic English letters. I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My shoulder-length black hair was a mess and my eyes were still swollen after just waking up> I opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out a jar of blue hair-gel and a can of AXE Africa. I decided against gelling my hair but I combed it and sprayed the AXE on my body. I brushed my teeth and rinsed and put cold water on my face. It felt refreshing and I gasped at the touch of the freezing water splashing against my skin. I grabbed my Oakleys off of the windowsill and put them on. i turned on the lights in my room and walked out of the bathroom. I walked to my wardrobe cabinet and grabbed my iPod and wallet and put them in my pockets. Iwent onto all fours and reached around under my bed. When I found what I was looking for I pulled my 6-inch switchblade out and put it in my pocket as well. "Okay, now I got some time to burn", I said to myself and walked down out of my room turning off the lights and walking downstairs to the kitchen. "Shit, I'm hungry, I feel like cereal", I said and grabbed a box of Corn Flakes out of the cupboard. I opened the fridge and grabbed the milk and poured it into a bowl and ate my cereal. Then when I was done putting my dishes into the sink I pulled on my skateshoes and walked outside. I pulled My iPod out of my pocket and started listening to music. I turned on "People = Shit" by SlipKnoT and began to sing along to the words. "Come on down, and see the idiot right here, too fucked to beg and not afraid to care, what's the matter with calamity anyway? Right? Get the fuck out of my face, understand that I can't feel anything It isn't like I wanna sift in the decay, I feel like a wound Like I've got a fucking gun against my head, you live when I'm dead!", I whispered to myself as I walked the empty streets of Des Moines, Iowa. I've lived here for pretty much my whole life and I'm getting bored as hell here, too. So much was wrong with the fact that I was a 18-year old guy with an obsession with metal who lived in Des Moines, Iowa and has never really been out of the city. I've seen, spoken and hung out with the guys with SlipKnoT and they said that this is exactly how they were. They offered me a job as a roadie, working with SlipKnoT when they were on tour. My dad said no, but I packed my bags and went with them anyway, it was a blast. Corey, Sid, Joey, Mick, James, Craig, Paul, Shawn and Chris were great guys to hang out with and they threw the best afterparties. They must've taken a likeing for me because when the tour ended, Sid offered me a place with him in Des Moines. I accepted seeing as my dad would kill me if he ever found me again. Sid and I got along fine. I fit in with pretty much the whole band and they never had anything against me. We liked pretty much the same music, except for Sid who liked Hip-Hop and Techno. When it came to music though, Sid was indifferent, he would headbang with me to Metallica and Lamb Of God and I would chill and sit back when he listened to the Beastie Boys. As I walked the streets at the crack of dawn and listened to my favorite band I looked back on my life in retrospect.