My coworker double-checked his Concert
Kit- a snap-open plastic
box small enough to fit in those
bony fingers dangling from a
braced wrist- as i
pulled up to the sooty
bus stop. He was happy to have
remembered his
ear plugs.
'In my day (did i say that?) they'd 'a' called me a f-'
*If it's too loud/y're too old*-
his 25 way too old for Metal when i was 18,
even if
it seemed only my cohorts w/ kids or in The
service still cranked up
Sabbath 'n' Zep' over
'Rock 'n' Roll High School'
