Rockophobia

guitar-1245856__180His fingernails were black with polish, dirt and nicotine. He tapped them on the table again, took a long drag from his Rothman’s and exhaled a sickly cloud. He repeated what, by now, had become his mantra. “Simon LeBon,” he said, “took everything from me.”

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