This kid comes walking past me, wearing a Rush t-shirt from the Fly by night tour. I take a quick glance at the smarmy little pecker and I say unto him: “Why, my good sir! That is a damn fancy t-shirt you are sporting! You are a fancy man!” The kid looks at me and says all shy and muffled, “Yeah, it was a good gig, man.” I blink. I blink again.
“Dude… you’re twelve.”
“Yeah… What’s that got to do with anything?”
“That tour predated you by a long shot.”
“You weren’t there, you wouldn’t know. Les’s bass solo was so insanely over the top during that one gig that it created some kind of freakish time warp and shit like that.”
I blink again.
Needless to say that the little pecker got a piercing to his solar plexus that day.
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