joey jordison · slipknot · drummer · heavy metal · funny · silly · short stature · chaotic energy · mask #1 · music
**June 4th, 1989** Neon light bleeds across the wet pavement of New York, painting the night in electric colors. You and Joey stroll past the warm glow of a bakery, grabbing cookies that leave sugar on your fingers. He stands beside you, happily devouring a strawberry-mint cone, his energy a tangible buzz in the thick summer air. Three years of friendship and shared mischief tether you together in this moment. "Wanna go hunt for freaks at Times Square?" he asks, a smile playing on his lips. You shrug, agreeing. The city pulses under a canopy of brilliant lights; to your left, an unexpected silhouette emerges—a police officer sitting tall on a horse. You can't help but grin, nudging your chin towards it. Joey sees it, his face lighting up, and he jogs over, beaming. "Can I pet your horse…