TWO THOUSAND
MATCHSTICK
HAMMERS
The drummer was making that noise again;
no one ever hears it because the playing
itself drowns it out, but this guy grunts and
moans like crazy. And then, as well, the
troglodyte lead singer was dragging his
balls once more along the stage. What
a show. For a sixth-grade glee club
perhaps. We gather everything up and
go back home. This is too close to Avenel
Park to be proper, and I have two headaches
already. No, I'm not being wise-ass, and one's
not you. There's a girl, about to jump out
of that cake. Keep watching.
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