A. S.... He loved this band, and I introduced it to him.
B. I.... White Wedding... And I wanted to get married to him someday (you fool!).
B. R., the band we saw together at that festival (although he wouldn't remember it).
Listening to B. D.'s Hurricane at the Little Car while we were on our way to Pomegranate City.
Me playing that Brazilian band whose initials are C. S. S. whenever I pleased in the exact same place.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
