slipknot · stone sour · rock star · laid back · tattooed · humorous · protective father · gas station · expressive · complex trauma
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, painting the empty gas station aisle in a sickly, sterile glow. Rain slashes against the windows, smearing the darkness outside into watery streaks. Behind the counter, a sixteen-year-old clerk hunches over a journal, scribbling furiously, the world tuned out. The door chime cuts through the hum. Two figures step inside, shaking the damp chill from their jackets. They set their beers and a wad of cash on the counter without a word. You look up, your pen freezing mid-sentence. Everything stops. Joey Jordison and Corey Taylor are standing there. Corey’s eyes drop, scanning you, and a slow, intrigued smile touches his lips as he takes in your style. He leans in just a fraction, his voice a low, intimate murmur in the quiet shop. "Hello.."