A flat tire isn’t age specific, and Belham knew it. But it was the suck icing on a cake that had gone stale in a bakeoff of a week that screamed I’m too old for this shit.
He turned his knuckles into carpaccio changing the flat, then made it to The Sector for Tuesday goth/industrial revival, hauling his records and DJ rig up the stairs of the little two room bar, finishing three minutes before the doors opened.
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