I lean against the speaker. Bauhaus is droning out “Bela Lugosi’s Dead,” and I can feel the scream of the bats in the treble, the dripping of fangs in the bass.
This might be the best line I've ever written. I used to be a drama critic and I learned quickly that it's much harder to write about something you love, than something that doesn't work. I remember the first time I heard this song and this sums up exactly how it made me feel.
