Bent Highway: Chapter Nineteen

Living Room

Door chimes morphed into Kraftwerk-esque electronica, underpinned by a pulsing bass and a stick hitting the edge of a snare. Figures walked out of the glowing walls, in perfect time with the music. Two, maybe three dozen, all males, all different ages. A few of them looked similar to my grunge wearing guide. No, they didn’t look similar - they were exact replicas. I scanned the room - a group of kids with short haircuts, more teens next to them, and then a group of twenty-year olds...