September 3, 2016 by dellanioakes
Danny started the car, pulled his father’s Van Morrison tape out of the tape deck and put in his KISS tape instead.
“I don’t know how you can listen to that crap,” Bobby turned the music down. “Zeppelin is so much better.”
“You’re so full of shit, Roberto. These guys kick ass.”
“Twenty years from now, practically no one will remember them. In thirty, people will still listen to Zeppelin.”
“I guarantee,” Bobby nodded. “You watch.”
© 2016 Dellani Oakes