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Probably make me out to be a total douche - but you asked: I worked soup kitchens in the late 80's - just a volunteer vibe. Had a couple of female friends only 16 at the time loved Hetttfield, knew they were playing Dublin on the Monday and Tuesday; knew I was in Dublin city (its very small) where they would be staying and most probably have a beer in the local metal bar, and could I get Hettfield's autograph if on the off chance I bumped into him; I'm a metal head myself so chances are high as I frequented Bruxelles bar myself. I didn't meet him there, I met him on Grafton street, just down the road from the metal bar he was heading to with his minions, body guards, hangers on, sycophants etc. I asked him for the autographs; the c**t looks at me like I have two heads. Looks me up and down, sighs, like its the greatest hardship in his life - looks at his minions - they sychophant. So Hettfield asks me my name? I say its not for me, its for two friends of mine. He f**king loses it with me and starts yelling abuse at me. I'm not a tough guy, I hate violence, but I can handle myself - I tell the twat to calm down, either sign them or f**k off -- I didn't care much at that stage - I'd done a full stint with the homeless and was worn out - just wanted to go home to bed. He shoves me then. YEah, f**kin' shoves me in the chest and yells more insults, I shoved him back and sent him on his ass, told him to leave it. Minders jump in as Hettfield is getting up, two American beefy dudes, and start shoving me - one is looking to get my hands behind me so Hettfield can throw a punch. Two guys, homeless lads who I have given soup to, clothes etc, had seen this (these guys are hardcore - I mean hardcore) start knocking Hettfield's goons off me. Leaving Hettfield, as one of them said: "Let them sort it out." By this stage I was so f**king annoyed I wanted to kill the spoilt little c**t and I bitch slap the f**ker in the face, screaming at him, "C'mon then!!" Hettfiled had that terrified bunny in the head lights look. He ducked behind a bunch of chicks, yelling no need for it. I screamed at him, I only wanted 2 f**kin autographs for 2 female friends of mine. He sees an out and says "sure, buddy, what are their names." It defused after that. Coward rat. It makes me look like a right dick though.