It all began for me on my 12th birthday when i got given a Les Paul-style Hondo guitar along with a Pignose amplifier which sparked a lifelong love affair with the guitar, marking the beginning of my journey to becoming one of metal's most revered guitarists or it did once i learnt how to play the thing.
I got given a guitar but i really wanted to be a drummer like my brother but he wouldn't share them with me so in true rock style, i taught myself and got so good that i began entering competitions and at just 14 i won a guitar contest and my mum was so proud, especially as she had to come with me because i was too young to enter the club alone and she had to accompany me.
In 1981, my brother asked me to join a rock band he was making up called Pantera with his high school buddies but they were not convinced, considering me a little skinny, scrawny kid who was not heavy enough to rock with them but onced they heard me play, they were happy to have me.
Megadeth did come and ask me if i wanted to join them but i turned them down as Pantera was on the verge of good things.
Our first Album was pretty ok, it was in the style of Kiss or one of those other 80s hair groups so i said we need to go heavier which we did and we got a new singer and the second album was better but i thought we could go even heavier which we did in our next release which critics said pushed the boundaries of Heavy Metal and this newfound fame required a newfound name to go with the heavier sound so i went with Dimebag.
So we made another album and critics hailed it as the heaviest album ever to top the charts, solidifying our place in metal history but now the downfall and the amazing death sequence.
Our lead singer, Phil Anselmo, took to heavy drinking, pills, and eventually smack, at one point he overdosed and was clinically dead for 4 minutes and the band began to break up so we split and my brother and i made up a new band, Damageplan, although some Pantera fans, and one in particular, were not impressed.
At a concert one fan stormed the stage and caused $1,800 worth of damage but we were rockers and took it in our stride but a few months later in Columbus, Ohio, the same fan ran onto the stage, shouted 'This is for breaking up Pantera' and shot me four times which beats dying in a plane crash or overdosing in a dingy hotel room although the absolute worst thing was at my funeral when it was divulged that i was a huge fan of Nickelback.
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