The singer had the presence of Anthony of the Chili Peppers and a signature rant/rap. Amazingly tight for a band so young, without a demo to their name.
Oswald tossed quarters into the air. Thousands of them. Lee, as he insisted on being called, brought forth an endless supply and they never seemed to hit the floor.
There was a large crash at the end of the hall. Mac realized he’d just missed the point. And the point had missed him entirely. Bad guidance system, evidently.
We wore flannel ’cause it was fucking cold in the sticks. We also enjoyed dope long before our short-haired brethren and have long since grown bored with it.