One day we had band practice in my sister’s bedroom, and a strange head popped up in the window, peeping in to watch us play. It was a kid from down the block I’d seen cruising around the neighborhood, a tough cool-looking longhair. He’d climbed over the fence into my backyard when he heard the music. He told us his name was Saul, he was a guitar player, and had a band called L.A. Rocks, or something like that. We chatted for a while, he was an intense and spirited kid, I liked him. Years later, when he was the top-hatted iconic figure of the biggest rock band on earth it always warmed my
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