MAGNETS
Well, looks like it's getting kind of late around here. Everybody's packing up and leaving. There go the editors-guess they're gonna go skydiving in the Bahamas again. Man, I'd kill to get one-tenth of their salaries! There goes the art department.
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MAGNETS
Well, looks like it's getting kind of late around here. Everybody's packing up and leaving.
There go the editors-guess they're gonna go skydiving in the Bahamas again. Man, I'd kill to get one-tenth of their salaries! There goes the art department. Jeez-now they've got a fleet of BMW's? If only I could...Oh, what's the use?
Great. There go the secretaries. Looks like they're getting sent to Brazil this week-what's the matter, they have a bad time in Acapulco last week? Guess I'm the only guy left. And I gotta sweep the floors. Hmm...the Editor's office. Think I'll fix myself a drink. Wonder what kind of scotch he's got?
Oh my God.
Heck, he'll never notice. Delivery day's tomorrow, anyway. A case a week? That lucky jerk.
Hey. what's this on his desk? Looks like a bunch of stories or something! Hmm .1 wonder who they're about? Let's see: RATT? BON JOVI? THE ROOTS OF BLACK METAL? THE SCORPIONS LIVE BEHIND THE IRON CURTAIN-A REVIEW BY METAL'S OWN JOANNE CARNEGIE? AGENT STEEL? DISCHARGE? LOUDNESS? SAXON?
Those darn editors! So many good stories! So many outstanding record reviews! So many fantastic pictures-and so many big ones! What a great magazine they've made METAL become! If only I could be like them!
But I can't. I'm only a janitor.
A lowly janitor. Oh well. Here comes my chauffeur. Hope he remembered to bring the five million dollars I lent him yesterday for kicks.
