so i go onto facebook to look up old friends. all i find are married, kids and most important thing is that they are no longer metalheads. Which came as a shock to me cause they were pretty hardcore about it. So anyway I forgot to say that i am 34, i have one daughter and a beautiful wife. And the thing that i think is funny. was that i like others of the afropunk familyi was the only black one. Funny there are so many people that told me that i would grow out of it, and low and be hold many years later i still rock the leather jacket,band t;s etc.I even started to think maybe it is time to put the tshirts, the leather the chains, everything.away I even tried to listen to other music besides metal. So of all things i got into rap, i even started to dress like a rapper. But every now and then a thought would come into my head, and i think to myself you look f**** stupid. I thought that was what society wanted me to be, because I am black. Thing is I never really gave a f what people said about me untill i got into rap music, like i give a flying f who has jordans. So everytime i was astray from metal I grew more and more confused as to where did i belong. And all that time i thought to myself i will never know where i belong it was right in front of me. Metal was always on my mind I live and breathe metal. SO this old man ain't givin up leather and chains. Metalhead for life!