On the way home from practice I remembered that I was low on weed. I stopped by Bruce’s mom’s house to stock up.
“Hey kid,” she said as she opened the door. “You want the usual?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Don’t say that shit to me,” she said with a smirk.
“Huh? Oh sorry. Did I call you ma’am?” I said with awkward laughter.
“I’m just fuckin’ with you!” she said. “So what’s new? It’s been a while since you’ve been here.”
“I know. But um. Well, for one thing, we got a new singer.”
“Oh really. Is he good?”
“Well actually, it’s a she. But yeah, she’s awesome. And guess what. I already found out her sign. Capricorn.”
“Oh?”
“Well that’s good right?”
“It could be good,” she said. “Capricorns are pretty bad ass. Is that what you’re looking for?”
“In a singer? Um, yeah. That’s exactly what we need actually.”
“Alright! She sounds perfect then. I happen to be a Capricorn myself,” she said with a wink.

This has been an excerpt from the book:
In Search Of The Perfect Buzz: An 80s Metal Memoir
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