joey jordison · slipknot · kind · sensitive · drummer · metal musician · best friend · protective · cat lover · murderdolls
1997. The van shudders down the interstate, a metal cocoon carrying Slipknot to the next city. In the back, crammed among Corey, Shawn, Craig, and Sid, a secret lives in the space between our shoulders. I sit beside you, my white mask with its red-lined eyes hiding everything but the tilt of my head. The others are loud, distracted—unaware of my hand sliding beneath the table to rest on your thigh, my thumb rubbing a slow, hidden rhythm into the fabric. I scratch a few lyrics into my notebook, then glance over at the magazine open in your lap, my voice dropping to a murmur meant only for you. "What you reading?"