“How it all began, no one knows. It seemed like any other day when the storm clouds began to move in formation over San Francisco. The storm used the evils and unfortunates that amassed in its billowing blackness to flood the city in anger. Anyone that was there, that cared to look beyond what appeared to be nothing more than a typical squall, described the events with this single word: anger. Metallica’s peeps were angry. They were angry at Lars and James. They were angry at Jason. They were angry that Lars and James let Jason leave. They were mad that Kirk’s solos were gone. They felt sad for Mustaine’s crybaby bullshit. And they hated Bob Rock.” Click here for bait.
