Page 63 of Beneath the Stain
Mackey jerked back and grimaced. “Not possible,” he said. Then he grinned that same cocky fuck-off-and-love-me grin that had sent Trav over the edge. “But remember, I only have to make this stick once.”
And he grabbed his suitcases and sauntered up the damned sidewalk alone.
When the Levee Breaks
Stefan Olsdal, Trav texted.
Mackey rolled his eyes.Duh.
Billie Joe Armstrong.
Really?Mackey was surprised.
He’s bi. Says it shouldn’t be a big deal.
Note to self: Buy FOREVERLY.Mackey owned everything else Green Day had put out. Why not?
It’s already on your iPod.
Oh.He couldn’t remember.I must have been high.
I am shocked. Rob Halford.Trav wasn’t letting up.
Who?
Judas Priest, you heathen.
Seriously?
Duh!
Well, how do you like that? Mackey had no idea.
Michael Stipe, Trav pursued doggedly.
I am not surprised.
Chuck Panozzo, from Styx.
I know who Chuck Panozzo is.
You didn’t know who Rob Halford was!
Mackey let out a breath.I’m not big into the Satan metal, okay?
* sigh * Heavy metal was my one rebellion.
You mean you didn’t just squirt out with a crew cut?
Mackey laughed as he texted, thinking that you never did know about people. He never in the world would have suspected Trav capable of anything resembling a rebellion.
It was all the way past my ears in high school, Trav texted, and Mackey could hear Trav’s dry, deadpan sort of humor.
So was that before or after the Internet and the invention of the cellphone?
Shut up.
Mackey laughed, enjoying the idea of giving him shit.Make me.
