Lurching to the Beat

Lurching to the Beat — page 1
CHAPTER 1 BOTTLE ROCKETS N BIFOCALS Fabian Starr sits in his garage plucking at the strings of his red guitar He gazes up at the full moon I want to rock out beneath a giant moon like a summer werewolf wearing shorts in June He sings quietly Beside him his friend Emilio snorts Uh Fab What in the world