"Dude, are you going to the Ozzy show?" said Andy when I saw him in between classes.
“Ozzy? When?”
Andy was new from out of town. He came from a small town where everyone knew each other and every high school kid was a rocker. I was never sure if it had anything to do with where he was from, but partying was the one thing he took seriously more than anything. He always dressed the part, and looked exactly like a heavy metal rock star. It wasn’t out of the norm to see him wearing spandex pants and his hair teased up with tons of hairspray.
"Trust me!,” he said. “You don’t want to miss this one. Metallica's opening!"
“Ozzy with Metallica? Count me in."
"I knew you’d agree.” Then he looked around.
“Dude check this out," he said as he pulled up his shirt.
"Lisa did this to me in PE class," he said with a shit eating grin. It was a bunch of hickies on his stomach and chest area. They were lined up in the shape of an upside down cross.
"Holy crap," I said, trying not to laugh. "Lisa did that?"
“No doubt,” he replied.
“But dude! How am I going to unsee that?”
“Fuckin’ A,” he said laughing.

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