There’s no escaping it. I’m a Nu-Metal girl to the core.
Preceding that, I lived my teenage years feeding on the grunge that reached in and tore the sadness out of me.
Metal, on the other hand, satisfied the anger.
I get frequent, vivid, violent images that flash through my mind, which calms me down when I’m angry.
It’s fine if I don’t act on them, right?
When I listen to metal, all that rage gets smothered. Give me a whiskey with that and I’m the happiest girl that ever did happy!
Take that whiskey away and I will hurt you.
Distract me with metal and all is fine.
Fuck surviving the Zombie Apocalypse. It’s Drunk Bri you’ve gotta watch out for!