Me and my good friend Anton were walking in the park one autumn day. We were a bit cold and in our youthful wisdom thought smoking cigarettes would help. We asked pretty girls for lighters but they were too cool and healthy for us. So instead we pulled out our weapons of mass creation: guitar + camera. Boom! God mode ignited. Suddenly Metallica’s Master of Puppets started playing through me and Anton captured the magic and made me look good. Birds flew in the trees and for a moment took a break from their shenanigans. They chirped in approval as we walked off into our glorious Las Vegas futures. The pretty girls ran away giggling to their pretty boys and somewhere on a distant planet, an alien yawned.
“i will run through you”
the gods sang.