Herbal Infusions and the Fall of Things Being Metal
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Nov/090
Nov/090
About 14 years ago I had the fairly effective method of deciding major events in my life by the filter of “is it metal?” and damning the consequences. You see, for a metal-head of 17 years or younger phrases like septic shock and frontal lobe damage are simply terms to direct a Johnny Rotten formatted sneer at, they were no different to me than an accusation of ‘you drink too much’ or a request like ‘please try to vomit into the toilet’. Metal. It was my Occam’s Razor.