May 18, 2016
@buildabcy
Marty liked music with balls, with soul — none of this bland, generic crap that played nonstop on the radio nowadays. It was the same day in, day out, inescapable no matter the scene he migrated to, or the party he ended up checking out with his friends. Personally, he’d always liked his rock and roll with a bit more edge.
❝What about you?❞ Marty questioned in an even pitch, adopting his usual, relaxed posture as he slouched forward. There was an unlit spliff held between his fingers. ❝I’m curious. What gets a guy like you going?❞
