Some Die Young

"Oh yeah, and remember this one?" Kerry grabbed Johnny by the shoulder, pointing to the poster on the far wall. "Epic, man. That was like,our third gig?"

"Fourth." The voice startled Kerry every time. Funny how that worked; he had no problem seeing Johnny in the body of this burly woman with the purple undercut, but the voice...!

"Fourth! Fuck, that was a long time ago."

"Longer for you than me."

"We were so young, choom."

Johnny looked at him askew, arms crossed under his breasts. Fucking breasts. "A lot of things were different."

Kerry swallowed. "Yeah man. Yeah."