Dark Days: A Memoir

by D. Randall Blythe

In summary, I am a semi-famous guy in a pretty well-known heavy metal band who makes a very respectable living touring the world as a glorified t-shirt salesman.

I was dead inside. I couldn’t think of a single thing I wanted to do. I had become nothingness, trapped in a human body. What an awful, soul-crushing feeling that is.