I didn’t recognize him until he began to ask questions about
bait. Once I stopped the boat, I spoke up.
“I’m actually going to your concert tonight.” I said. The
aging rock star paused.
“You don’t strike me as a Knifefight fan.”
“Oh, I’m not. My girl is.”
The way I said it made him pause.
“Well I was going to offer you backstage passes, but I
suspect if I did…”
He left it unsaid, and waited for my answer.
“Well… I wouldn’t be thrilled, but I guess next time I
really wanted something…”
The way he chuckled unnerved me.
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