Before Harry's government job and $1000 suit habit - he was a Metal Head (see fuzzy pics above for direct reference). Yes. My dear, sweet, loving hubby was such a die-hard Metallica fan that he - only packed black t-shirts to wear when he went to the Middle East!
Another time - he even got backstage one night to meet the Master of Puppets, himself, James Hetfield.
Our first date? KISS. I went to the bathroom and got groped by a big sweaty guy who gave me an Ace guitar pick. I gave the pick to Harry who accepted it without remorse and then looked at me full of wide-eyed innocence: "What'd you have to DO to get this?" he asked.
I refused to tell.
The hair is now gone - but the sweet man - well - he's still there... only less hairy of a Harry.
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Dammit!! Why does some fuzzy 20-something guy get to meet James when I could have made him MUCH HAPPIER!?! Hee hee.
Oh, how I have missed reading you these last few days...
My husband was banned from a NJ concert arena for life for fighting at a Judas Priest concert... one week after at fight at an Ozzie concert.
So far they haven't caught us in the last 16 years at the things we have gone to! LOL
Okay, tell Hairy Harry that, next time he sees James, to give him my number. And to quit with that Amish chin hair thing.
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