I saw Ozzy backstage at a concert in Cleveland during his No Rest for the Wicked tour in '88. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything.

He said, “Oh, how are you doing now?”

I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh, he acts like we're long-time pals?” but he kept cutting me off and going “lets party! let's party! let's party!” and shaking his fists in the air. I walked away and continued with my friends, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When it came time to leave I saw him walking towards the doors with like fifteen groupies.

The one girl was very nice and was like “Sir, The Prince of Darkness demands that you come back to the hotel with us.” At first he kept pretending it was just going to be chill, but after seeing the drugs and how the women were dressed, I knew it was going to be crazy.

Back at the hotel, she took one of the drumsticks and started shoving it in her pussy multiple times, he stopped her and told her to shove all 15 of them each individually in there one at a time “to really loosen her up for me,” and then turned around and winked at me. I didn’t even think was possible. After she pulled each drumstick out of her pussy and handed it to the next chick Ozzy started to say "rawdog rawdog rawdog", the girl kept asking if I had any condoms but he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.