Nightcap

Thank god there wasn’t another punk show at the store that weekend. That night’s battle was one of many that I was sick of dealing with. Whenever Terror and CLAS show up to these things, I felt like war would break out. That’s why I had a bat under the counter. It’s not even for a robbery, it’s for that shit.

Once the night settled down and we closed up the shop, Spencer and I walked over to 950. I needed a drink after all that. I couldn’t help but think how freaked out David was in the middle of all that. He was so new to the scene and all he wanted to do was have a fun night out. I was happy to see that he made friends with Anna and James. I could see them being good friends. Max could be a good friend too if he would just let go of his bug up his ass about David being a poser and it being too easy for him. I remember back when I was fourteen and hanging out with Diane. We were ‘new’ back then as well. We had to learn how to dress and how to be street smart when we’d see shows at the Cubby Bear back in 1983. It was scarier back then, but it was also fun. We saw a lot of great bands down there. I remember the first time Diane and I went down to the Cubby Bear. I think Verboten was playing. It was an amazing experience to see all these punk kids in one place packed into each other. Diane and I had spiked out our hair, which we took a long time to make perfect. We snuck some Polish moonshine into a flask which we shared to get a buzz going before the show. But that was back in my punk days. Before Diane became a skin byrd and I got away from that scene.

“That was pretty intense.” Spencer said sipping on a beer.

“Yeah. It pisses me off that they scare customers away when they pull that shit.” I said downing my rum and coke.

“At least the band was good.” Spencer said.

“I guess. I’m really not that into punk anymore. Bauhaus and Alien Sex Fiend is more my speed these days.”

“So, what you want to do after this?” Spencer said.

“I’m taking you wanna get laid?” I said.

“Well, I wasn’t alluding to that. I thought we could smoke a joint and listen to a Bauhaus record?”

“And then fuck?” I said with a smirk.

“Ok..” Spencer said sort of childish.

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