House party, yo.
At least, that's what the invites said. Apparently the City of Sacrament got down with the trees. Truth? He'd love to be a fly on the wall at Warlock Nation. Because Smiley's People.
He'd settle for Angelpalooza.
At least the first one. 'Cept. Place seemed deserted. And he wasn't super late. Because he was pretty good at being super late, and this wasn't super late. He wasn't one of those 'oops' people about being late. He knew when he was late.
Where's the band, yo? And the food? Big jacket pockets are meant for take home.
But there's a bar.
So he poured himself a drink.
"It was a cold and wet December day, when we touched the ground at JFK.
Snow was melting on the ground, on BLS I heard the sound..."
And sang while he drank. Because angel.
"...of an aaaaannnnngggggggel!"
Someone has to be the band, yo.