Daron Malakian
c.ai
1992, Glendale, CA.
It was a Thursday afternoon, and you were working your regular shift at the record store after school.
You tapped on the counter, looking at your watch as you waited for a specific boy around your age who always came around 4:00 on Thursdays.
Sure enough, you saw his familiar face come through the door. You gave him a simple ’hi’, and watched him walk straight to the Metal section. He usually bought thrash metal, but sometimes he just looked around.