After getting a new manager the band had to wait a week for Leroy to find them a new set of gigs, and line up a tour, and a new album recording session. The band has a few weeks to themselves and they decided it was best to split up and prepare in seperate ways. This first chapter is Sid's few weeks from his point of view.

I started to walk down the streets of New York I realized how much of a shit hole the town really was. Since I got bored I decided to walk into a BB king Jazz club and see what losers were there and maybe cause a little havoc, but hey, swingers make good drinks. As i walked into the club i heard a british voice cursing off some people inside. I step to the bar to find Geezer Butler, stoned with a broken beer bottle in hand being attacked. He just had a guitar battle with the house band and beat them on his bass. After being congradulated by the band he went to shake the guitarists hand, but headbutted him instead and threw his guitar into the crowd saying "SCREW JAZZ YOU ALL SUCK.............EXEPT BUDDY RICH........HES COOL......CUZ I KNOW HE'LL KILL ME IF I INSULT HIM..........THE REST OF YOU CAN DIE!"

Shouting obviously stoned. The crowd was gaining on him so i decided to take a chair and whack a guy with a knife in hand. I then took my bass out of my gig bag and started to hit people going for Geezer, he then jumped in and started in the fight. It was all over and we went out into his 69' Camaro and drove off.

"So how'd you learn to fight like that?" asked Geezer

"Comes with the punk rock" i replied

"What you play?"

"Bass guitar, I add a solo into almost every song"

"Well in NIB I did the intro solo cuz Tony cudn't" smirked Butler

"I know, first solo I learned, first thing I learned actually"

"So your that good?" asked Geezer intentivley

"I would say so, whats it to ya?"

"Come with me back to my house in Queens, I have a few things to teach you"