The cemetery is their favorite.

it’s quiet, isolated, and no one to bother. so there sat Mary, atop of a headstone, smoking a cigarette. they just got out of doing a show with their band, Repugnant. The crowd had been meager, but still wild. Mary had enjoyed it. He had actually enjoyed that the crowd was small. It offered for more intimacy with the crowd, and it also made him realize people loved him.

With a grin, Mary gleefully lit a cigarette, exhaling in the cool night air. “Ah, there’s no way this night could get better. Oh, but it would, he thought to himself, as he heard the telltale sound of leaves crunching underfoot.