A meeting with Mick

I have always like Slipknot, they have never been my favorite band, but I still listen to them once in a while. I didn't ever think that I would ever actually meet one of the nine band members, but hears my chance. Chris, my guitar teacher, I am sad to report that he will no longer be teaching me. I guess it's because he lives in Warwick and the early drive to Smithfield every morning can't be very fun. So it's totally understandable why he's doing so. At my last lesson with him he said "Hey, you like Slipknot, don't you?". I said that I do like them and he offered me two tickets to go meet Mick Thompson of Slipknot at a guitar clinic. It was in Warwick and it was at Junk Daddy's Music store (or something like that), this is where Chris is now working. I said "sure" and gave him the $20.00 for the two tickets. I forgot the actual date of the clinic, but I was sure that it would be a day that I would never forget. For those of you who have no idea what the hell a guitar clinic is, let me shed some light on the subject, (I always wanted to say that). A guitar clinic is when you and a bunch of other people sit down in a room and listen to an experienced guitar player, play. Then individuals can raise their hands and possibly get their questions answered. And maybe you can pick up some pointers and tips from their explanations. Well, I just want everyone to keep in mind that Slipknot is a Heavy Metal band, and these people at the clinic are not what you would call...Normal. I am sorry to say that some of these individuals looked as if they crawled out from the inside of a vodka bottle and for the first time were exposed to light outside. My cousin wouldn't be allowed to come with me and the only possible way for me to get there is if my mom drove me. So she was willing to sit through the clinic with me as well. Just to let everyone know, my mother can not stand Slipknot's music, so I thought "Wow, Can't get any better than this". We all sat down, and when Mick came out, I thought my mother was going to just pass out at the sight that was in front of her. A six-foot-tall monster sat before us. His slimy, black hair was pulled back in a pony tail, his arms and legs held the most lovely choices of tattooing, and he smelt as if something crawled up inside him and just died. I'm sorry if I am sounding unusually men, but I'm actually telling the truth about what I just explained. So, to add to this lovely environment, the man in front of me (who could just about fit into his chair), started farting. And you know what, it never stopped, and no one else seemed to notice except my mom and I. Mick, I have to say, was actually a very skilled guitarist, and very fast. But towards the end of the clinic, Mick started saying how funny rape is. At that point I was so happy the clinic had ended because I was sure my mother had reached her boiling point. She drove so fast the whole ride home because the smell made her so sick to her stomach I thought she would vomit for such, but luckily for the car, she made it home. So that was a day full of new experiences and a lot of lessons learned. I don't listen to Slipknot so much anymore.